Post by AUGUSTUS LEON PELLIPARIUS on May 10, 2011 13:26:33 GMT -5
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AUGUSTUSLEONPELLIPARIUS
when you walk alone, remember; burden not your own. seek shelter.
"A court is in session, a verdict is in, No appeal on the docket today, Just my own sin"
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FULL NAME: augustus leon pelliparius
NICKNAMES/ALIAS: august, 'stus. anything else one can come up with.
AGE: twenty-three
BIRTHDATE/PLACE: october the fourth, 150 A.D. in latina, italy.
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
"The walls are cold and pale, The cage made of steel, Screams fill the room, Alone I drop and kneel"
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APPEARANCE: augustus holds a fair skin complexion, with a strong jaw and having outgrown his blemishes, he was a more than healthy young man. he doesn't tan exceptionally easy, even in the italian peninsula's overbearing heat, but is not white-washed either. being part italian, he has more of an accented tongue than would be expected, though much more of him is the english counterpart. he has medium length hair that falls short of his ears, though fans out across his forehead and the base of his skull. he is of slightly taller height, standing at 6'0" with light feet and a lithe body, not so much to be considered overly thinned or weighing. his eyes, in odd prisms of natural light, may be a steel gray like a stone beneath foot, or a downcast brown that is dull in itself.
ATTIRE: augustus, in spite of maybe his more lower rank, holds some traditional armor as is usually required, or at least intelligent to. he wears a matted mail armor thrown over top a cotton woven tunic, the simple white a loose fit when it is exposed. while slightly unusual, he wears a black pair of wool trousers under metal greaves and caligae sandals. while he doesn't wear a feathered helmet, the rest of his body would be otherwise protected by his weaponry and more or less, some skill.
WEAPONS: with the empty space of a sword on his belt, he only wields a short pugio dagger, the hard metal and leather coils a familiar weight both to his hip and his hand. a money pouch is also found on the opposite side, though the amount filling it was something he could care less of.
USER GROUP: praetorian
ALLIANCE: neutral
"Silence now the sound, My breath the only motion around, Demons cluttering around, My face showing no emotion, Shackled by my sentence"
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PERSONA:
[ALOOF]- he has taught himself, almost extensively, not to interact with the others he meets, and acts a cold stand alone sentinel until he is brought to light
[SELFISH]- he is selfish in the sense that victory is more for himself than anyone else, and the fact remains that he doesn't share too easily
[RUDE]- he has been given the ever detested trait of being unreasonably harsh or rude, his tongue not slipping on an insult, but releasing it on purpose
[COVETOUS]- it is not often he finds himself wanting everything that the people around him have, but when he does, he will look on with a hint of malice and dishonesty in his lips to get what he thinks he deserves
[DISHONEST]- to him, sins are only a matter of conscience, something he's never had the time to nurse. instead, he lies and makes blunders on his part, sometimes without knowing it. he never regrets it, even if it is a mistake
[COWARDICE]- often times, he will hardly try to achieve many goals that he makes himself, and this leads him to running from them, usually without ever trying of his own accord
[HARD-WORKING]- in spite of any impossibly challenging aspects of his personality there are, he is trusted mostly because with the chance of coin to reward him, he fulfills deeds with ease
[UNIMAGINATIVE]- he has never had the need for an imagination, for dreams or the like, and thus can never think or daydream the fantasy land that simply did not exist for him
[UNLOVING]- while he did cater some feeling for his family, his mother and father, there is no motivation to find a wife or companion with any hurry, not feeling the dire need of love
"Expecting no return, Here there is no penance, My skin begins to burn, So I held my head up high, Hiding hate that burns inside"
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MOTHER:sharon margery pelliparius, 45, stay at home mother and wife
FATHER:ignatius helier pelliparius, 50, doctor
SIBLINGS:n/a
OTHER:n/a
HISTORY: augustus' life is plain, so much it is almost unbearable. his mother, an englishwoman visiting rome, met his father in his days as a doctor, and soon he was conceived. while the two both stayed in the city, and eventually married, there had been frequent talk of leaving him. augustus led a simple life, playing with other boys between school and chores he sometimes completed, or bothered to take part in. he didn't have 'friends' exactly, only friendly acquaintances. his parents both knew he had problems socializing, and tried their best to keep him in line.
augustus passed the first few years of school with average intelligence, his efforts bringing him far into the range of a more educated man. however, his interests did not reside in literature, politics, nor art. he had problems knowing what his work would be, and with only a meager salary from selling few fruits in markets, it was never enough to support both he and his parents. being an only child, they depended on his income to help them. he had no intentions of doing so, fighting constantly to keep his coin in his own pocket, and ergo he was thrown out of their home.
upon joining minor leagues of the army, he decided on a toss of a coin to remain in rome, the city he knew and came to cling to like a child his mother. while he is still hungry some days, he has made himself a happy man by standing guard by noble's homes and the like as a guard and nothing more.
his romantic life is, to say the least, nonexistent. he had never before taken much of a keen interest in women, though he is not one to be charged with sodomy or taboo, there is no drive to be married off. his parents have tried to engage him with many women, nice ones at that, but augustus finds ways to make them furious and leave him. without the proper funds for a ring, too, he breaks a coin as an engagement, but throws them out as useless tender after the crash. perhaps one day he may settle down, as rare as the thought may seem to him.
"Which only fuels their selfish pride, We're held captive, Out from the sun, A sun that shines on only some, We the meek are all in one"
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YOUR NAME/ALIASlizzy, or fridge.
YOUR AGEtwenty-one.
RP EXPERIENCEfive years/ten years of descriptive writing.
WHERE DID YOU FIND TFoC?ad on caution 2.0
"I hear a thunder in the distance, See a vision of a cross, I feel the pain that was given, On that sad day of loss"
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Lyrics used from 'My Own Prison' by Creed.
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