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    • Name: Phaedrus Metus
    • Gender: Male
    • Nicknames: Equestris, Legionarre
    • Race: Equine
    • Class: Legionarre
    • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
    • Deity: Charon
    • Age: Appears 32
    • Size: Large
    • Body Type: Sculpted
    • Height: 6'9
    • Weight: Unknown
    • Complexion: Weathered
    • Hair: Brown
    • Eyes: Blue
    • Handedness: Left
    • Scars: Many, mostly upon his chest and back.
    • Relationship Status: Single
    • Personality: Stoic or Murderous, Depending on situation
    • Mannerisms: Grecian Artist in combat, Roman Stoic in lifestyle
    • Likes: the Gladius, Legio X "Fretensis", Roman Culture, Latin
    • Dislikes: Romantic languages, pacifists, Judges, Rulers

  • Description

    Tall; towering over most; musculature bespoke many hours of struggle and strife, work across fields and fens. Tattooed in Latin across broad shoulders stood his ancient testament:, Legio X Fretensis, ‘Equestris’. Crimson marred the light gray of his face; the curse of a thousand bloodstains earned from emerging from the pile.

  • Biography

    Blasted, bloodied and bruised; the last gasping breath before the shunting off of the old life; one step forward and the world disappeared. In procession they were slaughtered; Murderers, Traitors, Defiers and Defiler’s of the Public Good. One such reprobate was gathered amongst the foul flock, no ordinary Murdering Monster: he was proclaiming his innocence even as they threw him from the Lonely Stone. It was this figure you saw before you now; the last survivor; no slain messiah but a pre-judged character surviving from a time before; he stood tall and proud, unwrinkled and unbowed in the presence of the crowds. In this new life, he was no longer a Patrician, one of the so-called “Noble Romans” that had dominated the upper strata of Italian society. Now, he was an un-fearing slaughterer of men, a follower of strange causes and a seeker after destruction. Tall; towering over most; musculature bespoke many hours of struggle and strife, work across fields and fens. Tattooed in Latin across broad shoulders stood his ancient testament:, Legio X Fretensis, ‘Equestris’. Crimson marred the light gray of his face; the curse of a thousand bloodstains earned from emerging from the pile. He was the nightmare called Phaedrus Metus; the Last Son of Tarpeian Rock.

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