Post by Septimus Aelius Priscus on Sept 30, 2013 20:49:54 GMT
Name: Priscus, Septimus Aelius
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Rank: Chief Roman Assassin
Roman
Height: 5'9
Weight: 180 pounds
Appearance: It is rarely for Septimus to be caught without his Assassin attire, since he is always on active duty. As chief, he wears the Roman Chief's robe, an outfit that combined the traditional roman assassins robe with the fine craftsmanship of Roman steel. The hood of the robe was white, with a red trim. The leather breastplate was replaced by a full chest armor with a metal battle-skirt to prevent damage to the lower part of the body but allow freedom of the legs. The chest-piece is gold but the battle-skirt is silver. On his back is a cape that is a color of half gold and half silver, and white and red trim outlining the edges of the cape. As flashy as his attire was, each color had its purpose. Each hue brought forth a new shade of death. When he actually has his hood down, which is seldom, Septimus sports wavy black locks that cover his pale flesh. His hazel eyes are visible through his almost masked appearance, even when his hood is down.
In uniform:
Out of uniform:
Personality: Septimus prides himself in being what he call, "A True Roman", always seeking battle, pride, and triumph, but his young age and high rank get the better of him. Although he spent the entirety of his life around the Assassins' Guild and the Emperor's court during their visits, he did not acquire any of the maturity one gains during these encounters. While he could act the part when necessary, behind closed, bolt locked doors, Septimus is a child at heart, allowing his fancies to take over his attentions, be it experimenting with his new weaponry, or bounding from rooftop to rooftop as he cleared his head. It was only during assassinations that Septimus truly showed his Priscus blood. He was a born killer, and when this mode was switched on, few were able to predict what Septimus would do next, besides allow his bloodlust to control him. At times, even his own men, who fall out of line, fall prey to his evil intentions. Septimus is best described as a two sided coin, whichever side you get, you'll never know if you regret getting it until it's too late
Weapon: Hasta - Hasta is a Latin word meaning spear. Hastae were carried by early Roman Legionaries, in particular they were carried by and gave their name to those Roman soldiers known as Hastati. A hasta was about six and one-half feet (2 m) in length, with a shaft generally made from ash, while the head was of iron.
Finger hook/Clawed Gloves - Septimus wears a gloves that have holes in each of his fingers except his thumbs. From each hole, he can launch a hook and cable that is connected to a mechanism in the shoulderplates of his robe's golden armor, acting as a fishhook reel. He can cause the hooks to retract or strike out with certain movements of his fingers, allowing the cable to retract if necessary. The tips of the gloves are pointed and razor sharp and at times are tainted with poison.
Gladius - Gladii were two-edged for cutting and had a tapered point for stabbing during thrusting. A solid grip was provided by a knobbed hilt added on, possibly with ridges for the fingers. Blade strength was achieved by welding together strips, in which case the sword had a channel down the center, or by fashioning a single piece of high-carbon steel, rhomboidal in cross-section. The owner's name was often engraved or punched on the blade.
The hilt of a Roman sword was the capulus. It was often ornate, especially the sword-hilts of officers and dignitaries.
Plumbata - Plumbatae or martiobarbuli were lead-weighted darts carried by infantrymen in Antiquity and the Middle Ages.
Weakness: Septimus is by all means, mortal. He can only dodge to the best of his ability, which is enhanced only due to his assassin training. Weaponry, the elements, outsmarting him, these are his weaknesses, he will only find a way to outthink his way from a situation to survive.
Weapon Weakness:
Hasta - The wooden shaft of the hasta can be broken with enough pressure applied to it. Although it is very well refined, the metal can also be chipped and broken with enough force in battle, or if effected by magic.
Finger hook/Clawed Gloves - The finger hooks can become tangled in midair and can also be grabbed and used against Septimus. There are also times that an unoiled cable can jam, hanging uselessly as far as it was thrown and hinder Septimus' ability to throw other cables.
Gladius - Roman steel was amongst some of the best in history, especially a Gladius. Like any sword, the Gladius can be broken with enough force applied to the weapon.
Plumbata - The roman darts are effected by Septimus' throwing ability as well as the different pressures that the wind will have against them.
History: Born into a family who's very name stood for ancient, The traditions and guidelines that would make up his life were set up hundreds of years before his own birth. The Priscus family were one of four families that made up the leading council of the Roman Assassins Guild, and through vigorous training, healthy rivalries, and careful selection, a one child from each family would compete through several trials to select who would begin training to become the next Chief Assassin. Training for the trials usually began at the age of five, and only first born was eligible to participate. At age 10, the chosen four would attend a right-of-passage ceremony, something that would be the last thing three of them would ever see again. After a bloody battle and demonstration of each of the families' killing techniques, the suvivor would then begin the formal eight year training with the Elder, the head of the Tech Assassins, and the former chief of his or her own guild. Once the training was completed, the assassin would be given two years of elite contracts, each one more challenging then the next as a final test. Upon reaching twenty-one years of age, the assassin is then introduced to the Guild as the Chief through formal ceremony, where the assassin receives the Roman Assassin Chief's robe's and the information needed to lead the group.
Septimus learned quickly that in a line if work where lives were exchanged for currency, information was key to staying a step ahead of the enemy, and as vast as the Roman Assassin Guild's network of agents, spies, and informants, the Tech Assassins' rule over his newly acquired guild limited his performance ability and and that, or so he thought, of the Roman Assassins. Upon his coronation eve, Septimus used his position to do two things. He granted himself an unannounced amount of days of leave and clearance to access the outskirts of Dim Hollow. He disappeared for two months, leaving the guild to run itself in his absence. His goal was to recruit the darkest and most vicious creatures he could find and command to form a new Guild, one that would follow a Creed that would outlast even the Tech Assassin's Cress, his own deadly, almost lawless Creed. He began his travels by recruiting mercenaries and skilled fighters throughout the temporary outposts that surrounded the city-state of Anubis Through his travels in Dim Hollow, Septimus came across many mysterious, arcane artifacts that were left alone in the dangerous territories of the ever-dark world, and with them, one of the only pieces of magic Septimus would ever learn, a spell that would cause the pure energy of a diamond to fuse with and trap the soul of a dark creature with the positive energy of the gem . Never being one to favor magic, Septimus was contemplating tossing the artifact away when he came into a situation that he would need the spell the most. Upon one of his excursions, he came across a ruined fortress, which he did not hesitate to explore. When he reached the center, he would face one of his biggest challenges, Malus Nightstrike. The battle between the creature lasted for three days, and there were times that Septimus thought that he would finally meet his match at the wings of the mighty killer, but at the last moment, he was able to lure Malus after him, leading him to a cave that had walls lined with cheap but very reflective crystals. Before he could be struck down, Septimus cast the spell that he acquired from one of his arcane artifacts, the energy of the spell releasing into the cave and emitting a bright light that momentarily blinded them both. The energy then entered the body of Malus, binding his soul to the artifact. From then on, the shadow demon known as Malus Nightstrike served as Septimus' shadow, completing assassination contracts that Septimus deemed too dangerous or when they involved stealing a contract from the Roman or Tech guilds. He quickly rose through the ranks of the newly founded Dim Hollow assassins, and his loyalty and skill made him the perfect choice for acting Chief of the Dim Hollow Assassin Guild when his his role as Chief of the Roman Guild caused him to spend more time in his own time. With the two guilds in his control, and with the ever watchful eye of the Tech Assassin Guild over his activities in Rome, Septimus began to walk a tightrope between honorable assassin and murderous leader of a band of elite murderers, and he was more then up for a balancing act.
Rp Sample: As a gust of wind passed over the man's shoulders, causing him to shiver, he did not know if it was because of the cold or because of the excitement that his next few actions would give him. As he peered over the ledge, he knew that if he did not move now, take that final step forward, he might never have the chance, have that courage inside of him again. So after another breath, he jumped, his body curling forward as he aimed his head toward his toes and vice-verse, as his body spun. He spun two more times before he rocked forward just a bit to have his back aimed toward the ground. Just as he did so he was suddenly surrounded by tons of brittle, pointy pieces of straw as he landed in a hay pile, safe from his fall. He coughed loudly, some of the hay getting into his mouth during his fall. Suddenly a point jabbed into his side, though it did not pierce his skin. "Dead" said a voice from beyond his hay-tomb. "Next time, keep your big mouth shut, because if I were an actual enemy, you would be dead right now, Septimus. Don't let your guard down."
Septimus heard the rustling of the hay as it was moved out of his way, a hand grasping the collar of his tunic, yanking up and pulling him out. The young man shook himself, letting the hay fall from his face and from the hood that surrounded his head, trying not to glare at the much older male in front of him, the same one who had pulled him from the hay. "I would have handled myself just fine with such a weak thrust like that, and then I would have had your head laying next to me the next second. What is it that you want, old man?" spat the youth, clearly annoyed. The older man's face darkened as his sighed, muttering something under his breath. "The Elder would like to speak to you before you set out today. You were supposed to meet him an hour ago, and here I find you playing around in a hay pile like a child. You are to be the Chief Assassin once your father retires the position and you act as if you are as mature as a new recruit. Shameful." After speaking the older man spun on his heels and began walking away, but not before making the mistake of spitting on the ground before Septimus. A mistake that, if he did not hold such valuable of rank, Septimus would have killed him there. Even so, he would not let the man get away unpunished for making such a mistake. After all, this was Rome, and one must keep a level of obedience.
Taking a silent step forward, Septimus bent one of his fingers on his right hand, a wire with a hooked attached sliding from a hole in his gloves. The wire was very thin, but extremely durable and it was attached to a reel mechanism that pulled from his fingers to his elbows, allowing him to control his targets with his entire arm. Just as silent as his step forward with his right foot, the wire left his finger, slicing through the air before finding it's target. It wrapped twice around the older man's neck, the hook then sinking into his neck. Once he felt the hook grip, Septimus wrapped the wire around his glove once, gripping it between his hand as he clenched his fist. He then pivoted on his left foot, bringing the right side of his body over and around his left foot, the momentum of his whole body turning causing the wire to grip harder at the man's neck and pull him onto his back. Looking over his shoulder as the wriggling man, Septimus laughed. "You're a fool, thinking that I would not punish such a loose mouth as yours. You honestly have diarrhea of the mouth, be glad I did not plug it for you permanently. The next time you will not be so lucky, because by then I will have found someone suitable enough to match your skills and then some. Now, inform that old man that I will be there shortly, I do not see the need for him to be upset. He is my Grandfather after all, he sees me enough during the day to pass this message to me, there is no need for such an official meeting." He bent his finger again, causing the hook to retract into the wire, removing itself from the man's neck. Next, the wire retracted back into his finger, the hole disappearing from the glove once more. "But I guess it can not be helped. I will go freshen up, then I shall meet with him for this important meeting." With that, Septimus began to move away from the man. The old man on the ground grasped his neck, gasping for air as he looked at an upside down Septimus. He dared not speak again, fearing what else the young Assassin would do to him. How did such a young, ruthless bastard become their Chief-to-be, the next to head their organization. How was he the Grand-son of their greatest Chief, who attained the sought after rank of Elder, given only to the most elite Assassins in history. What a world it was when you achieved such a high rank just because of your birth. In the end, he could not lie, for Septimus was one of the best assassins the Guild had ever seen. And as he walked away from him, the old man was happy that, even though he was unpredictable, he was always on the Guild's side.
Theme Song: One of the best Anime out there, Code Geass, and probably the most epic track on the show.
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Rank: Chief Roman Assassin
Roman
Height: 5'9
Weight: 180 pounds
Appearance: It is rarely for Septimus to be caught without his Assassin attire, since he is always on active duty. As chief, he wears the Roman Chief's robe, an outfit that combined the traditional roman assassins robe with the fine craftsmanship of Roman steel. The hood of the robe was white, with a red trim. The leather breastplate was replaced by a full chest armor with a metal battle-skirt to prevent damage to the lower part of the body but allow freedom of the legs. The chest-piece is gold but the battle-skirt is silver. On his back is a cape that is a color of half gold and half silver, and white and red trim outlining the edges of the cape. As flashy as his attire was, each color had its purpose. Each hue brought forth a new shade of death. When he actually has his hood down, which is seldom, Septimus sports wavy black locks that cover his pale flesh. His hazel eyes are visible through his almost masked appearance, even when his hood is down.
In uniform:
Out of uniform:
Personality: Septimus prides himself in being what he call, "A True Roman", always seeking battle, pride, and triumph, but his young age and high rank get the better of him. Although he spent the entirety of his life around the Assassins' Guild and the Emperor's court during their visits, he did not acquire any of the maturity one gains during these encounters. While he could act the part when necessary, behind closed, bolt locked doors, Septimus is a child at heart, allowing his fancies to take over his attentions, be it experimenting with his new weaponry, or bounding from rooftop to rooftop as he cleared his head. It was only during assassinations that Septimus truly showed his Priscus blood. He was a born killer, and when this mode was switched on, few were able to predict what Septimus would do next, besides allow his bloodlust to control him. At times, even his own men, who fall out of line, fall prey to his evil intentions. Septimus is best described as a two sided coin, whichever side you get, you'll never know if you regret getting it until it's too late
Weapon: Hasta - Hasta is a Latin word meaning spear. Hastae were carried by early Roman Legionaries, in particular they were carried by and gave their name to those Roman soldiers known as Hastati. A hasta was about six and one-half feet (2 m) in length, with a shaft generally made from ash, while the head was of iron.
Finger hook/Clawed Gloves - Septimus wears a gloves that have holes in each of his fingers except his thumbs. From each hole, he can launch a hook and cable that is connected to a mechanism in the shoulderplates of his robe's golden armor, acting as a fishhook reel. He can cause the hooks to retract or strike out with certain movements of his fingers, allowing the cable to retract if necessary. The tips of the gloves are pointed and razor sharp and at times are tainted with poison.
Gladius - Gladii were two-edged for cutting and had a tapered point for stabbing during thrusting. A solid grip was provided by a knobbed hilt added on, possibly with ridges for the fingers. Blade strength was achieved by welding together strips, in which case the sword had a channel down the center, or by fashioning a single piece of high-carbon steel, rhomboidal in cross-section. The owner's name was often engraved or punched on the blade.
The hilt of a Roman sword was the capulus. It was often ornate, especially the sword-hilts of officers and dignitaries.
Plumbata - Plumbatae or martiobarbuli were lead-weighted darts carried by infantrymen in Antiquity and the Middle Ages.
Weakness: Septimus is by all means, mortal. He can only dodge to the best of his ability, which is enhanced only due to his assassin training. Weaponry, the elements, outsmarting him, these are his weaknesses, he will only find a way to outthink his way from a situation to survive.
Weapon Weakness:
Hasta - The wooden shaft of the hasta can be broken with enough pressure applied to it. Although it is very well refined, the metal can also be chipped and broken with enough force in battle, or if effected by magic.
Finger hook/Clawed Gloves - The finger hooks can become tangled in midair and can also be grabbed and used against Septimus. There are also times that an unoiled cable can jam, hanging uselessly as far as it was thrown and hinder Septimus' ability to throw other cables.
Gladius - Roman steel was amongst some of the best in history, especially a Gladius. Like any sword, the Gladius can be broken with enough force applied to the weapon.
Plumbata - The roman darts are effected by Septimus' throwing ability as well as the different pressures that the wind will have against them.
History: Born into a family who's very name stood for ancient, The traditions and guidelines that would make up his life were set up hundreds of years before his own birth. The Priscus family were one of four families that made up the leading council of the Roman Assassins Guild, and through vigorous training, healthy rivalries, and careful selection, a one child from each family would compete through several trials to select who would begin training to become the next Chief Assassin. Training for the trials usually began at the age of five, and only first born was eligible to participate. At age 10, the chosen four would attend a right-of-passage ceremony, something that would be the last thing three of them would ever see again. After a bloody battle and demonstration of each of the families' killing techniques, the suvivor would then begin the formal eight year training with the Elder, the head of the Tech Assassins, and the former chief of his or her own guild. Once the training was completed, the assassin would be given two years of elite contracts, each one more challenging then the next as a final test. Upon reaching twenty-one years of age, the assassin is then introduced to the Guild as the Chief through formal ceremony, where the assassin receives the Roman Assassin Chief's robe's and the information needed to lead the group.
Septimus learned quickly that in a line if work where lives were exchanged for currency, information was key to staying a step ahead of the enemy, and as vast as the Roman Assassin Guild's network of agents, spies, and informants, the Tech Assassins' rule over his newly acquired guild limited his performance ability and and that, or so he thought, of the Roman Assassins. Upon his coronation eve, Septimus used his position to do two things. He granted himself an unannounced amount of days of leave and clearance to access the outskirts of Dim Hollow. He disappeared for two months, leaving the guild to run itself in his absence. His goal was to recruit the darkest and most vicious creatures he could find and command to form a new Guild, one that would follow a Creed that would outlast even the Tech Assassin's Cress, his own deadly, almost lawless Creed. He began his travels by recruiting mercenaries and skilled fighters throughout the temporary outposts that surrounded the city-state of Anubis Through his travels in Dim Hollow, Septimus came across many mysterious, arcane artifacts that were left alone in the dangerous territories of the ever-dark world, and with them, one of the only pieces of magic Septimus would ever learn, a spell that would cause the pure energy of a diamond to fuse with and trap the soul of a dark creature with the positive energy of the gem . Never being one to favor magic, Septimus was contemplating tossing the artifact away when he came into a situation that he would need the spell the most. Upon one of his excursions, he came across a ruined fortress, which he did not hesitate to explore. When he reached the center, he would face one of his biggest challenges, Malus Nightstrike. The battle between the creature lasted for three days, and there were times that Septimus thought that he would finally meet his match at the wings of the mighty killer, but at the last moment, he was able to lure Malus after him, leading him to a cave that had walls lined with cheap but very reflective crystals. Before he could be struck down, Septimus cast the spell that he acquired from one of his arcane artifacts, the energy of the spell releasing into the cave and emitting a bright light that momentarily blinded them both. The energy then entered the body of Malus, binding his soul to the artifact. From then on, the shadow demon known as Malus Nightstrike served as Septimus' shadow, completing assassination contracts that Septimus deemed too dangerous or when they involved stealing a contract from the Roman or Tech guilds. He quickly rose through the ranks of the newly founded Dim Hollow assassins, and his loyalty and skill made him the perfect choice for acting Chief of the Dim Hollow Assassin Guild when his his role as Chief of the Roman Guild caused him to spend more time in his own time. With the two guilds in his control, and with the ever watchful eye of the Tech Assassin Guild over his activities in Rome, Septimus began to walk a tightrope between honorable assassin and murderous leader of a band of elite murderers, and he was more then up for a balancing act.
Rp Sample: As a gust of wind passed over the man's shoulders, causing him to shiver, he did not know if it was because of the cold or because of the excitement that his next few actions would give him. As he peered over the ledge, he knew that if he did not move now, take that final step forward, he might never have the chance, have that courage inside of him again. So after another breath, he jumped, his body curling forward as he aimed his head toward his toes and vice-verse, as his body spun. He spun two more times before he rocked forward just a bit to have his back aimed toward the ground. Just as he did so he was suddenly surrounded by tons of brittle, pointy pieces of straw as he landed in a hay pile, safe from his fall. He coughed loudly, some of the hay getting into his mouth during his fall. Suddenly a point jabbed into his side, though it did not pierce his skin. "Dead" said a voice from beyond his hay-tomb. "Next time, keep your big mouth shut, because if I were an actual enemy, you would be dead right now, Septimus. Don't let your guard down."
Septimus heard the rustling of the hay as it was moved out of his way, a hand grasping the collar of his tunic, yanking up and pulling him out. The young man shook himself, letting the hay fall from his face and from the hood that surrounded his head, trying not to glare at the much older male in front of him, the same one who had pulled him from the hay. "I would have handled myself just fine with such a weak thrust like that, and then I would have had your head laying next to me the next second. What is it that you want, old man?" spat the youth, clearly annoyed. The older man's face darkened as his sighed, muttering something under his breath. "The Elder would like to speak to you before you set out today. You were supposed to meet him an hour ago, and here I find you playing around in a hay pile like a child. You are to be the Chief Assassin once your father retires the position and you act as if you are as mature as a new recruit. Shameful." After speaking the older man spun on his heels and began walking away, but not before making the mistake of spitting on the ground before Septimus. A mistake that, if he did not hold such valuable of rank, Septimus would have killed him there. Even so, he would not let the man get away unpunished for making such a mistake. After all, this was Rome, and one must keep a level of obedience.
Taking a silent step forward, Septimus bent one of his fingers on his right hand, a wire with a hooked attached sliding from a hole in his gloves. The wire was very thin, but extremely durable and it was attached to a reel mechanism that pulled from his fingers to his elbows, allowing him to control his targets with his entire arm. Just as silent as his step forward with his right foot, the wire left his finger, slicing through the air before finding it's target. It wrapped twice around the older man's neck, the hook then sinking into his neck. Once he felt the hook grip, Septimus wrapped the wire around his glove once, gripping it between his hand as he clenched his fist. He then pivoted on his left foot, bringing the right side of his body over and around his left foot, the momentum of his whole body turning causing the wire to grip harder at the man's neck and pull him onto his back. Looking over his shoulder as the wriggling man, Septimus laughed. "You're a fool, thinking that I would not punish such a loose mouth as yours. You honestly have diarrhea of the mouth, be glad I did not plug it for you permanently. The next time you will not be so lucky, because by then I will have found someone suitable enough to match your skills and then some. Now, inform that old man that I will be there shortly, I do not see the need for him to be upset. He is my Grandfather after all, he sees me enough during the day to pass this message to me, there is no need for such an official meeting." He bent his finger again, causing the hook to retract into the wire, removing itself from the man's neck. Next, the wire retracted back into his finger, the hole disappearing from the glove once more. "But I guess it can not be helped. I will go freshen up, then I shall meet with him for this important meeting." With that, Septimus began to move away from the man. The old man on the ground grasped his neck, gasping for air as he looked at an upside down Septimus. He dared not speak again, fearing what else the young Assassin would do to him. How did such a young, ruthless bastard become their Chief-to-be, the next to head their organization. How was he the Grand-son of their greatest Chief, who attained the sought after rank of Elder, given only to the most elite Assassins in history. What a world it was when you achieved such a high rank just because of your birth. In the end, he could not lie, for Septimus was one of the best assassins the Guild had ever seen. And as he walked away from him, the old man was happy that, even though he was unpredictable, he was always on the Guild's side.
Theme Song: One of the best Anime out there, Code Geass, and probably the most epic track on the show.
