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       #Post#: 111--------------------------------------------------
       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.)
       #Post#: 131--------------------------------------------------
       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
       #Post#: 1006--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 1010--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 1121--------------------------------------------------
       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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