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Once-servant to the old Empire. Veteran of the Planemeld War. Failure of Yagahai. Crucifier of the Snake.Lucius has learned few things as thoroughly as slaughter, torture, and war. What manners and etiquette were bequeathed to him in noble youth are now scarcely remembered, and less utilized. Although he maintains an air of sophistication and civility when situations demand, he is otherwise cold and brooding, jaded and eternally in wrath by the bloody years of his life. He takes little comfort in the company of others, save for those others of mind liken to his; soldiers he has fought alongside, whose morals and empathy are as spent as his.Most find him brash, impolite, and even belligerent. Though he does not convey an aptitude of barbarism through manner, his actions instead speak to the internal savagery that has developed in his heart. Virtue means nothing to him. And honor means even less.The avenues of his prowess have strayed from the arts of craft; of the preservation of life and all things beautiful. His calling has become annihilation and destruction. Wherever he is sent, suffering follows in his wake, and he relishes in such opportunity to spill blood and spread fear in the hearts of his foes.

advent

BACKGROUNDBIRTHPLACE: CyrodiilBIRTHSIGN: The SerpentCURRENT HOME: Cyrodiil, Spatharia
FACTIONS: Cyrodiilic Empire, Imperial Legion (former) House Decentius Imperial Legion (current)RANK: Centurion (Cyrodillic Empire, former) Decurion (Decentii, Former). Bucellari-Sicarian (Decentii, Current).

APPEARANCEHAIR COLOR: ChestnutEYES: Silver-grayHEIGHT: 6'0"BUILD: Mesomorph, herculeanSCARS: Numerous facial, prominent burn scars on upper-left torso. Blade scars and arrow scars throughout body.FACIAL HAIR: Mostly shaven, hairline along jaw

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LEGIONARY
From youth, Lucius went through rigorous training at the whim of his father that he may join the Legion at the ripe age of sixteen. Such a life made him a proven fighter, but somewhat marred in his manner of thinking. Even so, into young adulthood, Lucius possessed a warm and bold heart.However, as he bloodied his blade time and time again, participating in progressively more brutal battles and even some massacres, his outlook on the world has been disfigured likely beyond repair.

ART PROFANED
Lucius likes to draw, paint, and create things out of his imagination. He does not like other people to know this. Those few who have seen his work and survived to tell the tale agree that he is somewhat good at it.

BUTCHER
Once a self-proclaimed defender of innocents, a path long relented. Instead, the Cyrod has deigned to savagery. Where in younger years he would refuse the use of his sword against an innocent, now he has done so without question many-a-time. Indeed, the deterioration of his compassion into outright malice has left him utterly and without empathy. If you are too weak to defend yourself, you are too weak to live.

STAR-GAZER
There are still a few little joys in life that have some meaning to him. The stars, whose constellations fascinated him since the earliest days of his youth, are perhaps his greatest form of escape. He can be found oft beyond the outskirts of light-polluting cities basking in their splendor. Fantasizing about their shapes, about their meaning, about how they could have given him a different life.

THE HAUNT
Trauma, malice, self-loathing, heedless hatred - all traits that have manifested in their worst rights into Lucius. Where once there was an underlying desire for change, now there is nothing but rage and bloodthirst. To him, the world has brought only suffering. So he will in turn bring suffering to the world.The deserts of Hammerfell, the wastes of Craglorn, the hills of Colovia - all suffer the torment of the Night Haunter. For in those places he stalks, he seeks such victims as he pleases, seemingly at random and without cause. Some say it is blind vengeance. Others say it is pure and raw malevolence born of sociopathic illness.

Cadmor Bull-Horn
SorrowWhat would have become of us each, bloodless kindred, had you still been here?You were wrath, vengeance, rage. We were the same in that way. And you cared more for my life than my own kind. But that rage. You let it get you killed, you giant fool. Now what will I do? Who will I fight with? Who will I die for?I will kill them all for you. I’ll stack their corpses to rot, burn their homes, salt the earth. Through me you’ll take a thousand more skulls. I will pile them before your grave.And then I’ll free your kin.

Rhiannon Auclair
LimboTendrils in my wake, seeking, prodding. Rooting out weakness, cracks in the wall. I built this for so many years, my own cage. Yet you gnaw at the bars. You take my arm to drag me out. Why? This prison is where I belong. If I leave this cage, if you help me escape, do you even know what will happen?Do you know what you’ll unleash?

Finnidor Giordant
DisdainSniveling little mage. If only you were not a prominent figure in the Dominus' court. I would break your little Westerling bones and send you back to the Knight-Kingdoms where you belong.

Iram Andolinus
DistrustMage? Cleric? I don't know what you are. I don't trust the way you linger. When you are near my mind and my dreams are troubled. I will find out what you're plotting. I will find a reason to stop your heart.

Titus Visellius Parthax (NPC)
ContemptYou were a terrible father. I blame you for what I am, what I've become. I mourn that you have died, if only that I could not be the one who filled you with the same terrible pain you gave me. Your death was stolen from me. So I’ll kill the world instead.

Decortius Decurio
DerisionPriest. Your gods are asinine. You have wasted your life away for spirits that will abandon you.You cannot even master the raven-haired girl. And now you wither with age, and whatever charge you thought you had over her and your faith is failing.

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Volund Decentius
RespectThe Emperor, a volatile man. Stone-faced, cruel. The man that the Empire needs. May he cut down the adversary, drive off the outland invaders. May he lead me to the slaughter.

Eva Bishop
IntriguedI thought you another brainless, witless noblewoman parading yourself around for suitors. You look the part.But I see your anguish. It is the only kind of empathy I feel.

Aurelia Asina
Lust, PityPurity wrought from ignorance. You dance around me, and your eyes sparkle, and there is hope in them. You smile and you comfort, and you seek for me. And you understand not.I cannot give you what you want. And yet you still try. I will hurt you, little bird. Your wings flap above a wolf’s open maw, and you hope there to find warmth and safety. It knows your taste, so pure and sweet.But you do not see the razor teeth, eager to tear your flesh and swallow your soul.

Tiberius Sidonius Parthax (NPC)
LongingEldest brother. I long for your advice, for your wisdom. I wish to find you, whether your body living or your corpse. But I also fear finding you again. You wouldn't recognize me. You would hate me, and all of the things I have done.

Eris Blackthorn
AversionReach-dog. My blade thirsts for your blood. I do not trust you or your kind.At the first sign, I will gladly open you from throat to belly.

Caius Lavinius
FavorA wolf in sheep’s clothing. I see it in your eyes. Those same eyes that found me out. Cold and calculating, and yet amicable when it suits. You can brandish warmth as a weapon just as like to a blade. It is what I lack, the ability to remove yourself from the cruelty.We’ll do great and terrible things together, Lavinius.

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