Alaric Burnt-Hill [WIP]

Character Name: Alaric Burnt-Hill

Nickname(s): Legionary, Recruit.

Race: Human, if Brutish.

Sex: Male

Age: 17

Birthplace: Burnt Hill Tribe, North West of Zion National Park



Height: 6''7

Weight: 185lb

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style: Unkempt and messy, formerly cut very short to fit Legionary style.

Facial Hair: A Short, relatively well kept beard and moustache covering his chin and surrounding his mouth.

Skin Color: Tan White.

Build: A Fighter, shaped, grown and fed to be a soldier for the Legion. His figure is maintained with the no chems policy of the legion, and a spartan, hunting and gathering diet.

Distinguishing Features: Distinct and defined musculature, a face very befitting for a Legionary.



Profession: Legionary.

Skills: Melee Combat, Survival and Foraging, Unarmed Combat

Training: He was born into the legion, the first generation of his tribe born after Caesar took it. He was deemed to be healthy soon after his birth, and was taken away from what remained of his familly to serve the Legion. He was brought up in what, in theory, was a class, a group of children taught by priestesses, In practice, however, it was a herd at best and a constant battle for survival at worst. It was a fight to keep living and to see the next hazy, sandy day. Alaric managed to survive by virtue of terrifying or beating enough of his peers into standing in the way of the others that would hurt him. His ambition went unnoticed, as the Priestesses selected each child for their role at age 12. Alaric was selected to be a melee legionary, to make forays into enemy territory with his unit and ambush trade caravans and the like.

Other Abilities: Basic latin speech, A very deep knowledge of Legion tradition and culture.

Apparel: Legionary recruit armour, made up of chunks from NCR armour and the remains of his squads armour.

Weaponry: 5 Throwing Spears, A Fire Axe, A Combat Knife and a Single Shotgun.

Other Equipment: Several tool Knives, a Backpack, A Firestarting kit, A Bedroll, 33 Denarius, A Whetstone, Binoculars, A water canteen and a small golden pendant in the shape of a laurel wreath.



Affiliation: The Legion

Religious Belief: The Legionary Cult of Mars

Sexual Preference: Shakily Heterosexual.

Relationship Status: Single/Unmarried

Personality: He is the epitome of a Legionary, to any onlooker, brutal, vicious and overwhelmingly devoted to his superiors, willing to string an innocent to a cross and burn a town to the ground. He grew up in the Legion, and to anyone asking, he knows nothing else of the world. To himself, quietly sat by a chunk of mirror, watching his reflection with a gently inquisitive expression, he is simply very confused. He has seen some culture from outside of the Legion since his arrival in the Mojave and the annihilation of his squad, and the faint glimmers of people that he has met and places he had seen have kept him from making his way back to home camp and joining back with the Legion In this quiet, personal way, he has begun to go against the legion, since his deployment to the Mojave, not capable of truly leaving it or betraying his upbringing, but quietly drifting from the Legion's values.



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