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Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Noob Saibot
Date: March 27, 2013, 1:55 pm
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[glow=green,2,300]ACCEPTED[/glow]...by just a centimetre, alot
of grammar mistakes and stuff need to be improved, but the
content was good I believe.
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Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Renegade
Date: March 28, 2013, 8:27 am
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[OOC Section]
Steam Name: Devil, Renegade, for now it is hapi gezus dith dai
Steam ID:STEAM_0:0:12328812
What is Caesar's Legion?: A ulitarian slaver faction founded by
Edward Sallow also known as Caesar.
The faction basically is inspired by the roman culture. Very
autocratic.
Who owns Caesar's Legion?: Caesar
What position do you wish to become as Caesars Legion?
Praetorian Guard, Infantry, Scout, Assasin?: Praetorian Guard
Why do you want to become this position?: To be nearby the
Diglett himself and fill that position because I think I am up
to it, I enjoy being a bodyguard for someone and specially in
unarmed combat because I think unarmed combat is pretty hard to
RP and requires a lot of English vocabulary.
What makes you think that you have what it takes to become a
member of Caesars Legion?: I have been playing as a recruit
Decanus for the CL and I have had pretty tough times back in my
days when I have roleplayed and I have not had any guns. So I
had to use my fists in my fightrp and during that time I have
learned to rp.
This section is for the PRAETORIAN GUARD:
Please provide 30 lines of CombatRP:
/it The wasteland was flat, and the only thing seen was only the
blood and sand...
*Hannibal raises his fists, placing his right fist near his
right shoulder while the other left fist away from his left
shoulder. Only cold was seen through his eyes, only the death of
other's was the only thing that he could do and make him look
useful.
*Hannibal turns sideways, making him a smaller target. He wanted
to be small, agile and swift. The target he wanted to be was
something that could not be hit. Something like trying to catch
a fly with your bare hands.
/it A wind blows in the empty area, making the sand move with
it, gently placing itself upon the body of the Praetorian.
*He lowers his legs slightly, while moving his gravity weight to
the right and left, giving him a more agile movement to dodge
incoming attacks, or charge even faster.
*Afterwards, he begins to inhale much faster in order to call
the adrenaline into him for even faster reflexes and more power
to attack.
*He continues with putting false thoughts in his mind, thoughts
that calls the adrenaline even faster, however he does not
continue further. Since he does not want to call upon the Raptor
Instinct. The one that solely shuts off his surroundings leaving
him face-to-face with his opponent. That would be a nuisance.
*Once done, he begins to slightly walk on his toes back and
forth to keep his pulse up, awaiting for his target to attack.
*The target dashes forward and while in front of Hannibal he
steps to his side, in attempt to upper-kick him in his head. The
target apparently seems to be one of the other Praetorian men,
wearing red silk upon their backs, covering a small area of
their front.
*Hannibal tracks the opponents movement carefully, in attempt to
analyze how he moves and what he is dealing with. However he
gets slightly surprised at the fact that the opponent moved to
the side. He gets kicked in the head and follows in the same
direction as the force does so.
*The target regains his balance, as he got slightly dizzy from
the maneuvor. The Praetorian kept telling himself that he must
regain his balance as swift and quickly as possible as this was
a fight to the death.
*Hannibal's face is filled with bruises and dirt, he attempts to
get up and back to his regular position, in attempt to attack
the opponent to leave him no time to regain. Blood poured out
from his face, small scars reopened and pasts remembered.
*The target notices Hannibal trying to charge towards him, as he
attempts to do so as well. He swings punch towards Hannibal, in
attempt to hit him in the head.
*Just at that moment, Hannibal jumps up in the air, getting hit
in the right chest by the opponent, dealing no damage at all. He
proceeds with grabbing the opponent in the head, placing his
gravity force on the head of his opponent in attempt to smash it
to the ground. It was a brutal fight indeed and Hannibal did not
intend to lose it. He intended to win it and earn his rightful
place with the best.
*The opponent pretty much has litle choice to react as he was
focusing on something else, at the offensive however in this
sort of situation only luck would determine the winner.
Hannibal's choice of action was merely luck, as the opponent
aimed for a finishing blow.
*Hannibal proceeds with doing a rollback, allowing him to sit on
top of the opponent's chest. He proceeds with punching him in
the face multiple times.
*The opponent has litle time to strike back, as it all occours
in a quick movement including that he has to regain his balance
and visual before striking again.
The more punches he dealt to that shallow body, the more blood
were spilt and was placed on his skin. As if he was being
bathtised in blood.
*The opponent stops to move, looking upon it makes it just look
like an empty bloodied body.
*Hannibal proceeds with standing up slowly as he wants to avoid
any further pain from his incoming attacks. Blood is dripping
out from the back of his head and his nose, he tries to cover it
with one of his hands.
*As he walks away, something in the background stands up as
well, however.. Hannibal could not hear it as he was focusing on
attending to himself.
*The silhouette creeps closer and closer to Hannibal and before
he knows it, the silhouette grabs his neck and begins to
strangle him.
*Taken by surprise, Hannibal has litle time to act, he tries to
remove the hands of the soon to be killer. In attempt to free
himself.
*The strange silhouette continues with locking his legs with his
own, leaving Hannibal unable to move.
Please provide 20 lines of PassiveRP:
/It It was night, the moon was upon the sky, making the
Praetorian's skin pale and white as the shiny light. Specially
his skin, as he had recently trained and essence of salts were
on his body making it sparkle from the light of the moon.
"Carus Mars, why can't I rest?" He asked himself as he stood
outside the Centurion's tent.
Hannibal heard a few silent steps creeping up on him, however it
was no big deal as he knew that it was one of the Frumentarii.
Judging by the way he walked, of course.
"It is because the moon shines upon us. The light of the sun is
therefore reflected by the moon which sends the arrays of the
sun, deep into our souls." The Frumentarii responded, leaning
against the table as well.
Hannibal nodded, looking quite satisfied.
"I see, Frumentarii. However, I must dare and ask what is
bringing you to the same route as I take, as I venture through
faith." Responded the Praetorian.
"As you may know, our forces are gently pushing the borders of
the bear. Our men are thirsty for blood. Our men are willing to
die for the Caesar even more than before." Answered the
Frumentarii with a strange gesture on his face, that Hannibal
has not seen before.
"There is something, though I must ask of you, Praetorian.
Centurion's orders." Said the Frumentarii.
/IT It was silent for a while as the wind blew and the guards
stepping on the solid wood upon the Fort walls. Hannibal felt
the sand pressing through against his toes, inside his sandals.
He raised his feet and stomped on the ground with his toes, in
attempt to clear his sandels from the sand.
"Let's hear it..." The Praetorian responded.
Answer the questions correctly: Etiam
What are Praetorian Guards?: They are guards, men who are
qualified to fill the role as a Centurion and have killed enough
men and done enough deeds to gain the position of a Praetorian
guard. They are one of the most deadliest soldiers in the Legion
who only fight with their fists.
What do they do?: They guard the most powerful men in the
Legion, for example the Legate and Caesar.
Are they gods?: No.
What weapons do they use?: Fists or ballistic fists.
Your character's backstory (300 words+)
Hannibal was born in the Fort, breeded by a slave and father of
a Decanus. The young man soon to be the new Preatorian of the
legion, learned how to eventually walk and speak the language of
Latin.
He was taught history and how things usually went on, around the
fort. Eventually the harder parts.
At the age of 5, his father the Decanus began to start being
more strict to him. Leaving him off to do harder things, like
labor work and training his physique. Hannibal wondered why his
father became like that, giving him a lower morale. Days passed
and eventually his father confronted him, saying he was being
hard to him because he loved Hannibal. That one day, his
hardness that has been taught to him will be put to the test and
will pay off. Hannibal nodded and kept going with a higher
morale boost.
When Hannibal turned 14, he killed his first opponent. His
father and another Decanus got in a quarrel, leaving their sons
to fight eachother in the arena until death. The winner's son
would win.
The fight started, Hannibal whom had not gotten the quite
advanced training in the art of melee and weaponry only knew how
to use the basic weapons. In comparison to the other Decanus
son, whom was 17 had a much more muscle mass and length, not
only that but combat experience.
The fight continued for 5 minutes, where Hannibal and the other
youngster, were given two gladius to fight with. Hannibal was
stabbed multiple times, leg and arm and the side of his stomach.
Of course, he fell down.
At the final hour when his opponent was to execute him, Hannibal
had managed to grab onhold of the sand near him and throw it in
his face, leaving him blind and screaming in shock.
Hannibal did not take this opportunity for granted, grabbing the
enemies gladius and slit his throat out.
The crowd was silent...
One year later, the legion made contact with the NCR, causing a
full out war between them. Hannibal was 15 by then and was
forced to participate in the minor parts by taking care of the
Fort.
He usually saw through that the slaves were doing as told and
did not attempt to escape, while taking care of the legionairy
supplies. However, one day when the legion was having their dark
days, Hannibal managed to fuck up. Apparently one of the slaves
had managed to escape the Fort. However, that slave was in his
care and he had to take the blame for it. His father would
otherwise try to do something however, he had been slain in the
first battle, as news told Hannibal.
He was devastated, however the hardships that he had been
through gave him some sort of strength to repress his breakdown,
however...
His father was dead and he fucked up, leaving him to fight once
more.
This time, he would fight an NCR soldier. A duel in the arena
once more.
Both of them with the same matching melee weapons, the NCR had
the overhand which resulted Hannibal's weapon to break.
If he wanted to live, he had to fight the soldier with his bare
hands. He did so too.
He fought and bleed until he could no longer stand with his
hands. His hands were bloodied and his knuckles even more. The
sun was red as the colour of the legion.
However, his small talent for fist fighting was not enough to
beat the NCR soldier who clearly had far more experience than
him in fights.
At his final hour, where the NCR about to kill Hannibal, the
soldier was shot in the head. Not by Hannibal but by one of the
hosts.
The host, invited him to his tent for an opportunity.
An oppourtunity to fight and train only in melee combat until
his time was right, to kill men and have a record of no failure
in order to be in the same league as a Centurion. Then, he
would be invited to challenge the weakest Praetorian and take
his place, if he would win in the melee combat.
He began his training and had done nothing else than train,
follow orders and train even more. His intelligence, his
physical condition and combat.
[IC Section]
Thy might Caesar requires ALL soldiers to answer the following
questions, when finished, report to your Decanus and give him
the form, the questions are as follows. False answers will
result in mors. (Death)
Name: Hannibal Maximus
Date of birth: 12/12/2262
Race: Human, Caucasian
Birthplace: The Fort, Nevada
The legion requires your backstory to have be detailed, it has
to be 400 characters and include details about childhood until
now (Praetorian Guard):
You understand the language of Latin?: Etiam
"I hereby place my soul and body to Caesar. I shall serve him
until death. I shall fight for the Legion and die in honour.
Only then can I be pleased."
_____Hannibal Maximus________ Sign there.
Placere signaveris in involucro. (Please seal in envelope.)
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Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Noob Saibot
Date: March 28, 2013, 8:38 am
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[glow=green,2,300]Accepted[/glow]
Go get some, Praetorian.
#Post#: 152--------------------------------------------------
Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Noob Saibot
Date: March 30, 2013, 12:37 pm
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ACCEPTED
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Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Kamiwaziki
Date: May 8, 2013, 11:55 am
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[OOC Section]
Steam Name: Kamiwaziki
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:33919528
What is Caesar's Legion?: The Caesar's Legion is the united
regions of the Mojave Wasteland, brought together by the leader
Caesar. The military of Caesar's Legion is brought together by
the male slaves/servants of Caesar. The females of Caesar's
Legion serve as medical support. Caesar's Legion is with the
sole purpose of uniting the Mojave Wasteland under one flag, and
giving a duty to each of it's servants and citizens. It was
founded by Edward Sallow in 2247.
Who owns Caesar's Legion?: Caesar
What position do you wish to become as Caesars Legion?
Praetorian Guard, Infantry, Scout, Assassin?: Assassin
Why do you want to become this position?: To serve under our
leaders' commands to execute stealth operations. I believe that
I have the skill that will be most helpful to the union.
What makes you think that you have what it takes to become a
member of Caesars Legion?: Because I have proven throughout the
days that I have the capacity to role-play properly, and now I
believe that it is my time to begin playing the role of a figure
in a faction.
Please provide 20 lines of CombatRP (All classes except
Praetorian Guard):
1. Legion Assassin turns his head, eyeing the Waste-Lander that
has ran past him.
2 Legion Assassin slowly begins to dash, crouching down while
taking careful steps.
3.Legion Assassin goes up behind the man and raises his right
arm.
4. Legion Assassin attempts to strike the man in the temples
with force.
5. Waste-Lander has rolled 38
6. Legion Assassin has rolled 47
7. Waste-Lander collapses slowly, shutting his eyes.
8. Legion Assassin successfully executes the action, quickly
holding the man before he collapses to the ground.
9. Legion Assassin begins pushing back with his feet, dragging
the man backwards.
10. The Legion Assassin appears to notice the rock that he views
nearby him.
11. Legion Assassin drags the man behind the rock, laying him
onto the warm sand.
12. Legion Assassin kneels onto the man's chest, reaching into
his side-pouch and slowly un-concealing a short blade.
13. Legion Assassin raises the blade high, and strikes the man
in the throat with the blade.
14. The man cannot resist, and he is un-concious.
15. Legion Assassin digs the blade deep into the man's throat,
and violently carves it, making small ripping noises.
16. Blood begins to drool onto the sand.
17. Legion Assassin quickly pulls the knife from the man's
throat, wiping the blood off with his glove.
18. Legion Assassin re-conceals the blade into his pouch,
zipping it up.
19. Legion Assassin quickly stands up, wiping blood off his
vest.
20. Legion Assassin quickly begins to dash, panting and
sprinting away from the violent scene.
Please provide 20 lines of PassiveRP (All classes except
Praetorian Guard):
1. Legion Assassin gracefully approaches the stove, putting his
hand over the knob.
2. Legion Assassin twists the knob, looking back at the
Centurion sitting on the couch.
3. Legion Centurion says, "I have thirst."
4. Legion Assassin nods, opening the pantry above the stove,
eyeing the kettle.
5. Legion Assassin grips the kettle, slowly bringing it down to
the counter.
6. Legion Assassin slides the kettle across the counter, putting
it over the stove on the left.
7. Legion Centurion slowly stands up, making a creaking noise
from the carpet.
8. Legion Assassin continues searching in the pantry,
un-concealing a small box of tea.
9. Legion Assassin shakes the tea, making a soft rumbling sound.
10. Legion Centurion says, "Assassin, I will be waiting in the
ball-room.".
11. Legion Assassin nods slowly, pulling at the top of the tea
box, making a peeling noise.
12. Legion Centurion walks towards the room, making a creaking
sound from the soft rug in each step.
13. The kettle begins the boil, the water begins to make a soft
bubbling noise.
14. Legion Assassin quickly reaches into the pantry, revealing a
small tin-cup, setting it on the counter.
15. Legion Assassin pours a small pinch of tea from the tea box
into the kettle.
16. Legion Assassin lays the tea-box, gripping the kettle and
stirring it, eyeing the inside.
17. Legion Centurion slowly sits on the wooden chair, tapping
his fingers.
18. Legion Assassin pours the colored tea into the cup, pouring
the rest of the tea into the sink.
19. Legion Centurion says, "That smells absolutely delightful.".
20. Legion Assassin says, "Thank-you, sire.".
Please provide 20 lines of SniperRP (Assassin and scout):
1. Legion Assassin reaches the top of the hill, slipping from
each sandy step.
2. Legion Assassin quickly kneels down, lowering his shoulders
and gripping at his back-pack.
3. Legion Assassin slowly unzips the backpack, revealing it's
contents.
4. Legion Assassin reaches inside the backpack, taking out a
long-snout sniper rifle.
5. The rifle has a wooden stock and a thick scope to it.
6. Legion Assassin holds the rifle against his shoulder,
reaching for a clip inside the back-pack.
7. Legion Assassin takes a good grip on the clip, inserting it
into the sniper rifle, making a clicking noise.
8. Legion Assassin lays down, putting the sniper rifle's stock
against his shoulder, eyeing carefully into the scope.
9. Legion Assassin slowly moves the scope, positioning the rifle
to aim at his target in the wooden village.
10. Legion Assassin locks in the aiming, holding his breathe.
11. Legion Assassin slowly puts his finger through the
trigger-hole, tightening the grip.
12. Legion Assassin quickly re-positions his rifle, realizing
the movements of the target.
13. Legion Assassin locks onto the target again, quickly pulling
the trigger.
14. The bullet shoots through the wind, striking the target
directly under the jaw.
15. Legion Assassin quickly re-loads a bullet, pulling the lever
and chomping the empty round out.
16. Legion Assassin attempts to aim at the second target.
17. Legion Assassin has rolled 43.
18. Legion Assassin loses the attempt, and fails to aim at the
running target.
19. Legion Assassin quickly removes his finger from the
trigger-hole, loosening the grip of the rifle.
20. Legion Assassin grabs his back-pack, throwing the rifle into
the bag, quickly zipping it.
21. Legion Assassin puts the bag over his shoulders again,
sliding down the sandy hill.
[IC Section]
Thy might Caesar requires ALL soldiers to answer the following
questions, when finished, report to your Decanus and give him
the form, the questions are as follows. False answers will
result in mors. (Death)
Name: Leonardo Boscura
Date of birth: 8-05-1985
Race: Bolivian-American/Hispanic-Latino
Birthplace: Sucre, Bolivia
You understand the language of Latin?: Yes, I understand.
"I hereby place my soul and body to Caesar. I shall serve him
until death. I shall fight for the Legion and die in honour.
Only then can I be pleased."
_____Leonardo Boscura________ Sign there.
Placere signaveris in involucro. (Please seal in envelope.)
Your character's backstory (300 words+)
Leonardo Boscura was born in Sucre, Bolivia. Today, he is
generally a bolivian waste-lander whom has shown a vivid
interest in the Caesar's Legion. Due to this interest, he has
been disliked by many in the Rusty Springs village. He was
eventually forced to move from the village to an abandoned
trailer, far-away from the springs. His interest sparked after
witnessing an execution of a vilified waste-lander, performed by
the Caesar's Legion, which was intended to be private, but was
still witnessed by several below the hill they were upon. After
this violent event, Leonardo began to carefully study the
activity of the legion, trying with his full capacity to not be
suspected by the legion. His rather dangerous habit began to
take affect of his friends whom were back in the springs, they
have already forgotten about him. Leonardo eventually realized
that he was running out of supplies to keep him alive, and he
eventually looked for open-doors to show himself worthy of the
legion, in full hopes that he may thrive longer, and stronger in
the Mojave Wasteland.
Now, in order to nearly understand what causes Leonardo to
isolate himself from the rest of social connection, we must view
his childhood. Leonardo was born with his mother and father.
Joselin Boscura & Bonovoj Boscura. Joselin was a native in
Bolivia, also born and raised. Bonovoj was a foreigner from
Belgium, whom had "secretive" business in Bolivia, but
eventually met and married the beautiful Joselin. They both had
a child, whom was Leonardo himself. Leonardo did not have a
brother nor sister, he was a single child. As a child, Leonardo
lived in poverty, as the Wasteland materials were scarce, and
his village was never revealed. It is found that once Leonardo
was 16, he would torture small animals and light materials on
fire. Eventually, he was beaten by several town-authorities in
accusations of arson. Once Leonardo became a full-grown adult,
he vowed to himself to lead a normal life of a waste-lander.
Leonardo soon found himself starving and struggling each day,
and he transformed into his young figure, with a manipulative &
charismatic sort of speech, but with insane intentions. And as
was said, after Leonardo gradually transformed his character and
attitude, he made the modern decisions to isolate himself from
the rest of communication, and display vivid interest of
Caesar's Legion.
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Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Victoreno
Date: May 8, 2013, 2:55 pm
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Denied.
Due to recent rule break on the server.
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Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Rulant
Date: May 10, 2013, 5:51 pm
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[OOC Section]
Steam Name: [WA] Rulant
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:40549915
What is Caesar's Legion?: Caesar's Legion is an autocratic,
slaver society founded by Edward Sallow (Caesar) and Joshua
graham. They are based of the ancient roman empire, they mainly
operate east of the Colorado river in the main lore.
Who owns Caesar's Legion?: Caesar, or Edward Sallow. As the name
suggests its his legion.
What position do you wish to become as Caesars Legion?
Praetorian Guard, Infantry, Scout, Assasin?: Infantry
Why do you want to become this position?: I want to by Infantry
as the Legion seems to be low on active members so I want to be
a core divison to give it some foundation. No point having like
four scouts or Praetorian guards and only one or two infantry
legionaries.
What makes you think that you have what it takes to become a
member of Caesars Legion?: Well my character himself can handle
a weapon more so a melee. Myself? Well I guess my RP is good
enough to be able to play a character who basically pledges his
life to Caesar and kills people obviously more detailed than
that but that really covers most of it.
Please provide 20 lines of CombatRP (All classes except
Praetorian Guard):
Daniel Petrelli: /me Opens one of his eyes looking around the
dark room, hearing movement outside.
Bandit 1: /me Follows his leader towards the shack, before
getting up against the wall his shotgun's butt tight against his
shoulder.
Bandit 2: /me Gets against the wall on the other side keeping
his pistol aimed at the ground, before nodding to his fellow
bandit.
Bandit 1: /me Fires a shot at the lock before moving in to kick
it down.
Bandit 1: /it The lock shatters leaving nothing but a hole where
it once was, upon being kicked it flies open.
Bandit 1: /me Stands infront of the door shotgun raised.
Daniel: /me Jumps out of his bed shocked from the gunshot before
quickly grabbing a .367 from a table and standing in front of
the door keeping it pointed at the door.
Daniel:/me Breathes in and out heavily recovering from the
sudden disturbance.
Bandit 1: /me Quickly moves into the first room checking it
quickly before speaking "Room clear"
Bandit2: /me Moves into the building before approaching the door
leading to the other room.
Daniel: /me Keeps his .367 flicking on the torch and keeping it
pointed at the door slightly squeezes the trigger as the
footsteps sound near the door.
Bandit 2: /me Kicks the door down and steps inside his eyes
adjusting the torch flight suddenly shining in his eyes.
Daniel: /me Squeezes the trigger fully causing the weapon to
fire a round at the blinded bandit.
Bandit 2: /me Screams as the high cal round tears apart the
upper part of his shoulder.
Daniel: /me Pulls the trigger again aiming at his torso.
Bandit 2: /me Is thrown off his feet as the round smacks into
his torso.
Bandit 1: /me Jumps in fear as his friend smashes through the
table next to him with gunshot wounds in him.
Bandit 1: /me Sprints towards the door attempting make a run for
it.
Bandit 2: /me Eyes roll back as he falls unconscious.
Daniel: /me Runs past the dying bandit and heads outside aiming
at the fleeing bandit.
Bandit 1: /me Spins around firing a wild burst of his machine
gun at Daniel.
Daniel: /me Fires just as a stray round smacks into his
shoulder.
Daniel: "Agh"
Daniel: /me Stumbles from the force of the shot.
Bandit 1: /me Screams as his left knee shatters from the bullet
hitting his leg.
Bandit 1: /Me falls to the ground and attempts to crawl away
through the dirt.
Daniel: /me Recovers enough to pursue the bandit, though slowly.
Bandit 1: /me Turns on his back attempting to shoot Daniel as he
approaches, swearing as the gun clicks jammed by the dust that
got in when he fired.
Bandit 1: Please... Have mercy...
Daniel: /me Aims at the man hesitating for a second before
speaking.
Daniel: "You tried to rob and kill me, I'm just returning the
favor"
Daniel: /me Pulls the trigger twice aiming for his head.
Bandit 1: /me A scream is cut into a deadly silence as he slumps
back dead.
Daniel: /me Closes the bandits eyes and turns walking slowly
towards his home his breathing rugged.
Daniel: /me Enters his home and sits on the couch carefully
removing his jacket and examining the damage.
Daniel: /me Sighs looking at the clean hole through his
shoulder.
Daniel: /me Fumbles for his daysack and unzips it using his one
hand and knees, once doing so he reaches into it and pulls out a
roll of old bandages.
Daniel: /me Unrolls it and raps it around the wound knotting it
off after two or three rolls.
Daniel: Damn I gotta find a doctor for this.
Daniel: /me Carefully slips his jacket back on and zip up his
daysack throwing it on and moving towards the exit.
Daniel: /me Steps over the Bandits body and closes the door
behind him heading off towards the horizion.
Please provide 20 lines of PassiveRP (All classes except
Praetorian Guard):
Edward: /me Walks through the narrow gaps between the stretching
Legion tents as he approaches a wooden stool placed outside one
of the tents.
Edward: /me Looks inside the tent at one of his only room mates
present nodding at him before greeting him "Ave!" before
lowering himself into the chair
Room mate: /me Glances up at Edward as he lowers himself into
his bed to sleep mumbling "Ave" before turning on his side to
try and get some sleep.
Edward: /me Withdraws his Gladius from it's sheathe before
lifting a sharpening stone in front of the stool up and slowly
drawing it along the edge of the blade.
Edward: /it As the stone slides along the gladius a shower of
sparks land on the ground as it reaches the end of the blade
Edward: /me Continuously repeats this process keeping it slow
paced.
Room mate: /me Sighs turning over looking at Edward " [Latin]
You mind not doing that so close to the tent while I'm trying to
sleep?"
Edward: /me Stops drawing the stone half way tilting his head so
he can see inside " [Latin] Oh sorry didn't think it would
bother you"
Edward: /me Grabs underneath the stool with his hand and drags
it away from the tents walking along as he raises his butt off
it.
Room mate: /me Yells after him as he leaves "Thank you!"
Edward: /me Sets the stool down before continuing to sharpen the
Gladius.
Edward: /me Spins the blade in his right palm switching the side
he was sharpening.
Edward: /me lowers the stone again dragging it along the edge of
the blade repeating the previous process.
Soldier 1: /me Jogs past the tents glancing at Edward as he
heads towards the training pit.
Edward: /me Raises his head slightly as he hears movement past
him before returning to the blade.
Edward: /me Finishes sharpening the blade, he grabs the handle
firmly in his right hand raising it.
Edward: /me watches the sun glint off the shining steel before
giving it a few practice swings showing off a variety of lunges
and jabs with it.
Room mate: "I'd be careful with that Edward might hurt yourself"
RM: /me chuckles from inside the tent.
Edward: /me grins before speaking "Very funny" he lowers the
Gladius aiming the tip near its sheathe
Edward: /me Looks around before he pushes the Gladius back
through its sheathe before walking off towards the training pit.
Your character's backstory (300 words+)
Edward was born in Vault 34 spending all of his early life in
the tight confines of the bunker, many people drifted in and out
but rarely those who visited ever stayed as they were isolated
from the general population with the various incidents of waste
landers attempting to steal from a rumoured weapons stockpile
stored within the Vaults confines. Edward and his parents were
apparently related to pre-war US military officers who were sent
down before the world as they knew it was destroyed. Keen on
trying to preserve the past a task ordered to be passed down
through generations his parents attempted to mould him into some
sort of child soldier, his parents were very pushy on their
mentoring causing them to grow apart, he spent most of his time
with a friend of his who always demanded he be called ‘Atlas’ he
also sharing this apparent military heritage and a like for
weapons soon became friends with Edward.
Around when Edward turned 11 his father passed away from a
terminal illness, despite their distance from each other Edward
was hit hard falling into constant depression, his friend
‘Atlas’ helped him try get through it and brought him to a
shooting range that was originally designed for Vault security
used slowly became available to the public. ‘Atlas’ having an
obsession with weapons often got over excited with it accidently
shooting a vault occupant on the range injuring him. By now 13,
Edward accidently made the mistake of shooting someone when a
security guard tapped him on the shoulder telling him it was
time to head back up to the living quarters, turning around the
gun misfired hitting the security guard escaping a permanent ban
from the range if ‘Atlas’ had not helped him with the overseer.
With the rising problems over the weapons cache hidden in the
Vault fights broke out eventually leading to an outbreak between
people who wanted to simply take some weapons to protect
themselves and those loyal to the overseer and the security
force who were told to keep it locked. After ever rising tension
it turned into an armed conflict as raids happened on the cache,
escaping with only a few weapons ‘Atlas’ and Edward split up
heading their separate ways into the waste.
Traveling from Vault 34 he journeyed down south to edges of the
Mojave wasteland settling in a town. He helped the town doctor
and eventually became his assistant learning from him and
eventually taking over when he retired. After the dam was lost
Edward began traveling away as the Legion advanced taking most
of the once held NCR territory after many years of running he
arrived at Rusty springs looking for a position as a medic or
doctor for any of the various factions or a position in the town
clinic.
[IC Section]
Thy might Caesar requires ALL soldiers to answer the following
questions, when finished, report to your Decanus and give him
the form, the questions are as follows. False answers will
result in mors. (Death)
Name: Edward Salaco
Date of birth: d/m/y 29/09/2258
Race: Caucasian
Birthplace: Vault 34
You understand the language of Latin?: I am still being taught
the some of the language.
"I hereby place my soul and body to Caesar. I shall serve him
until death. I shall fight for the Legion and die in honour.
Only then can I be pleased."
Edward Salaco Sign there.
Placere signaveris in involucro. (Please seal in envelope.)
#Post#: 1186--------------------------------------------------
Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Noob Saibot
Date: May 12, 2013, 11:03 am
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ACCEPTED
#Post#: 2004--------------------------------------------------
Re: Caesar's Legion
DIR By: Matmbaman
Date: December 20, 2018, 10:47 pm
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Then what you want to say is still not clear as to how and who
should.
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