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This is not your casual fluffy animal rpg. We're not all about cutesy animals or dreamy unicorns. Mark of the Wild is a dark fantasy taking place on a fictional world where the power of the Old Gods has made it's resting place. A portal discovered in the Black Sea by the Roman Navy has lured them into a strange new world where they have erected their culture and established their reign, seeking new treasures, conquest, and even expansion.

Filled with ancient legends, mysteries, and dark lore, the world of Verusa awaits you, where the legends of the Old Gods exist, where their breath is as one with your own heartbeat, and where their power is yours to access when the need arises. -Where the men here are not what they seem, and home to an ancient civilization that could be deemed as a God through mortal eyes. Verusa is a world where the land's men and beasts - through the acts of corruption and imbalance, have become one.

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Romulus
 Posted: Oct 3 2015, 07:17 PM


Romulus
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Romulus
Molossus (Dog)
Male
Level 1
Played By
Taxx


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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 7 +3
Intelligence: 3 +0
Survival Skills: 8 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 1 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 6 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 4 +0
Stamina: 3 +3
Focus 2 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 1


Romulus

loyal is as loyal does
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It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Out in the yard that the dogs shared, Romulus had only been exploring- only passing the time in his own way, when he'd stumbled in the chicken. It had been sitting in the grass, and his first reaction when he had come upon it, and it leaped into the air with a loud squawk, was to give a screech of his own and leap away.

His fright was quickly overcome when the bird began to run; instincts to chase and kill banished the fear of the unknown creature and the racket it had made when startled. It didn't take much at all, really, to kill the thing- a charge, his jaws crunching the slender head between them, and a moment of frantic flapping that stilled all too soon. Only then did Rom pause- unsure of what to do now. Had the chicken continued to move, it might have been easier, but the dead weight of the bird left him stumped.

So he played with it. Pawed at it, picked it up and flung it around, only to pounce and shake it, puppy growls vibrating in his throat. It was a toy to him now. Clouds of feathers, wrenched loose from the bird, floated around his head and drifted off on the wind.

Not odd, either, that his antics would attract attention. Rom was completely caught off guard when the older dog rushed in, barreling into him hard enough to knock the puppy off his paws. A snarl was sufficient to cause Rom to let go of the chicken, and he didn't try to recover it. If he'd been bigger, perhaps- but he was too young and anyways, he was frightened and hurting now- having struck the ground awkwardly, one shoulder throbbing horribly.

Leaving the older canine to his dinner, Rom limped back to the kennels, his earlier enthusiasm vanished; in his place now was a young dog seeking comfort and companionship from a human, to stroke him and help him forget about the pain he was in. @sylvestus

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Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
 Posted: Oct 4 2015, 09:04 AM


Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
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Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
Roman
Male
Level 1
Played By
Raowolf


#sylvtheunicorn


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Member Status: 1Active


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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 5 +3
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 5 +3
Leadership: 0 +0
Immunity: 6 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:6 +9
Defense: 6 +6
Speed: 18 +0
Stamina: 21 +9
Focus 9 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 1
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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Things were going well. This shouldn't have been a surprising statement. By calculation and estimation and prediction, things were going exactly as they were supposed to. Others might have questioned this spectacular turn-around.
Sylv accepted it. Of course things were going well. He had manufactured them to an exact and calculated degree.
Some of him was still... Pleased, though. Of course it would be pleased. He was in control. The Hunic and the Praetorian Guard and the Vigiles Urbani and the citizens, one and all... He held them in a way as factual and plain as the numbers and words in the books under the floorboards. So Sylv moved in a particular way back toward the house on this particular afternoon, a way that to most simply held an energy and a... Spring, almost. A comical and childish and very visual word - to imply that he should bounce along the cobbles like a singing romantic - but it was perhaps a word, if that was what someone observing wanted to describe it as. People described his walk in different ways, he knew. Determined. Purposeful. Observant. Sombre, even, though he wasn't sure if this was a general observation or whether this had been linked to one particular event when the impression of sombreness was key. And now, his movement was particularly... Well-filled.
Things were going well, and... Soon.
The knowledge of the soon thrummed through him and he wondered if this was the base of the what-could-not-inconceivably-be-called-a-somewhat-positive mood: not so much knowing that things were going well - no: exactly right - but rather that all of it was going to pay off.
Soon. And then...
Sylv tried not to think about such things in public. His face may be a gently impassive carving of marble so blank it was open to any thousand interpretations of the observer, but there was only so much he could keep below. He knew that his disgust shone through in the baths, when his eyes passed over those who arched their bodies and sought the gazes of others, for money or entertainment either way barbaric. And he knew that when he jolted sharply awake, for a few bare seconds his eyes were wide and white and open - all the better that there was no-one with him then. And then, when he sat with his books and calculated again and again, and read through for his own comfort, or turned away from the master of coin and truly had to fight to stop the thoughts in case of unexpected company, the light might shine in his eyes - the light of anticipation. Of knowing. But now... This time, he almost wanted to let his face show the smile in a different way to the usual interpretable sheath. A little longer. And why not give the watchers a taste? They knew something was coming; it was in the air and in the water and in the betting masters and in the pits and on the tracks...
In a general sense, it was a non-specific and looming thing. To Sylv, it was an exact date. Well, to within three days. Approximately. It depended how the schedule fell this year, but his understanding of the dates were quite precise. Even people were predictable if you knew how to condition their responses and if you were in charge of the stimuli.
So, for these moments, Sylv let himself think. He didn't even try very hard to master his expression; people sensed a change and turned to look, and the brave - or those to whom an apparent friendship had proved more profitable than a domination - even called out to ask why the merchant had such a light in his eyes and a twist beneath his lips. And he responded to them in the same cordial tones, tones that brought about a tight excitement and a sudden wariness and a confused alerted attention: "We're alive, Julius! The sun is bright in summer, the harvest is good, the denarius is stronger than the didrachm, and Pax Romana stands proud. A man should smile when the day is well!"
And, almost unbidden, his thoughts continued:
And in three months' time the string of blessed fortune of the mysteriously witch-painted Hunic horse of a breeder never heard before, bought by Sylvestus Eres Equus and trained exclusively within secret Hunic mage-camps, will suddenly reach an ultimate peak in the championship of all races. And on the day thousands - literal thousands of citizens of Roma! - come to place their bets, the Hunic prepare laughing as they wait for the sudden failing of a horse guaranteed to win, accurate by every mage-message so far. And the Praetorian Guard prepare for the inevitable failure that always comes with this old trick of a rich winning-streak with ridiculous odds. And the witch-painted horse will win and the citizens of Roma will prosper as their corrupt masters of coin fall in dismay. And on the far side of the city, a gladiator facing off once again against another bear brought from far lands dashed with snow - a beast of white fur and monstrous jaws, unlike any brown specimen of Roma - will raise his bronze shield in certain victory as thousands more place their coin on him...
Sylv stopped himself. How explicit his own thoughts, how uncouth!
He redirected. The musing had taken him most of the way home - he was in a pleasant enough mood that a visit to his own holdings shouldn't go amiss, and his afternoon was largely free from here. And after all, this was related to his own 'springing' step, and the next direction of his carefully-cultivated thoughts:
And in the middle of nowhere far away, a man waits with a horse and a dog. His name is not thought in spite; he has lost as much as the others - nay! More! He has been driven from his home! The citizens blame the Hunic who missold him; the Hunic blame the authorities who destroyed him. So he waits atop a horse on a distant hill until the signal comes, and he is joined by a rider who passes across the bags...
He skipped a head a little. Again, these thoughts were uncharacteristically uncouth for a public place. The nearness and the anticipation must be getting to him like a child whose eyes ooze with Saturnalia promises of treats and meat and gifts and holly-wine as midwinter approaches - it was right for him to appear excited and in anticipation, but not so... Openly.
So over a few weeks just a horse or two is transferred, and a few dogs are bought... And on a small-holding far away from nowhere, a man sits with his dogs and his horses and his few sheep, perhaps, to keep the land cultivated, and his sleeves are perpetually rolled up to his elbows and his hands stained with dust and his hair grey with the breath of the warm western wind. And all around for miles of nothing is... His.
It burned in his chest, unfamiliar and longed-for.
To not need to control half a hundred men and the majority of a city and the flow of all its collective purse. To not require an extensive breeding kennels and stables and the necessity to keep track of its every move and the journey of every beast that came or left and what it went on to do and how it linked back...
To have mastery of his own thing. Small thing.
And years upon years of working and building and learning and controlling and mastering the writing of books and the calculation of sums and the training of horses and men and dogs - in three months. Three months.
Give or take three days.

All in all, then, it was a very plausibly contented mood with which Sylvestus came upon the pup.
In actual fact, this description made it slightly more dramatic and sudden than it was. Sylv did not come across the thing in the middle of the street; he made his way off the main market-street, down an alley, past a field, and then, because he was still in that somewhat jaunty mood and figured people continued to deserve to know about it, swung his cloak up behind him and stepped over the fence, landing on the dust of the main dog yard with a jovial bracing of the knees and sticking-out of the elbows. Several dogs bounded over; there were more in the yard than usual, perhaps with the medial warmth of the day - not hot enough to leave them cowering and panting in the shade beneath the trees, but not cold enough that they huddled together in the corner as in winter - and they greeted him with uffs and shoving of cold noses into his palm. Sylv had to remind himself, suddenly and sharply, that this was not a private kennels. He hadn't taken an evaluation yet of the people stood around - and it shouldn't matter besides. How he reacted now would influence how the dogs greeted him the next time, and that might be the vital one. So with a sharp, ugly twist of his features, the man barked a command, and immediately the hounds retreated, their rear ends slamming down into the dust, tails stilling uncertainly as they dropped their gazes. With one hand held, fist closed, above their heads for a moment, he counted three ticks before he let the snarl fall away, greeting each of them by name. When they were called, they came forward more placidly, heads down and ears back - but with tongues lolling and tails slamming hard from side to side. They received a scratch behind the ear for their trouble.
With this most vital of businesses attended to, Sylv now glanced up, standing as the dogs took their cue of dismissal and dispersed back into the yard, seeking the form of kennel hands or businessmen or visitors - which was when he spotted the pup.

Romulus was limping, and this was not a good thing. He also looked sad, which was unfortunate. And looking at the pale young dog made the furrow between Sylv's brows deepen slightly from the unconcerned, well-meaning flatness that had been before. Gods, the dog looked like his mother. This was an odd statement to make about a dog. Generally, it was simply the parental-child passing-down, however that happened: Romulus had simply taken more from his mother than his father, which was good, because his mother had been a damn fine bitch.
But it meant that for the past week, Sylv had felt the urge to scrunch up his face slightly when he looked at him so that the crease reappeared between his eyebrows. He had killed Aëllo a week ago.
She had been of little use. She wasn't as bad as Cerva; she hadn't gone blind and started snapping at him and disobeying his commands. But he certainly wasn't as sentimental as he might have been if Aëllo had been the particular bitch of his favour at the time Cerva had, so he had made sure she got one last good litter, and in the same time-scale as he started winding down his kennel operations anyway, had let her undergo the few gentle assessments that made up his mind. It was all pointless, really, and more for the benefit of the doubtful; he had known as soon as he looked at her one day that the well-serving Molossus was past her time. He had let her rear her pups, had sold on all but the best - he should have kept a medial one, really, but with the fortune to come in three months he supposed it didn't matter whether he kept a pup that would have earned him 20 denarii more than the one he ended up selling - and then, when she had failed to respond to his call from the yard three days in a row, and had turned up the nose of a potential buyer looking for dogs for his next hunt out of the city, he had dispatched her quietly early one morning.
The superstitious said that death was better done at the coming of night, but Sylv had a free morning and a busy evening so convenience had fit her in then.
And now, her one remaining pup - the one that, if all went well (as it would) would accompany him off into the hills in three months' time give or take three days - was limping.
He looked quite sorry for himself; there was some blood and a general state of torn fur, and a fair amount of feathers stuck in the blood around his face and throat. Sylv followed the blood trail back through the yard with his eyes as the pup continued to limp past; several large dogs were arguing now over what remained of the original owner of the feathers, and possibly some of the blood as well. Hopefully most of the blood. That was a lot of blood. Sylv took a deep breath, and let it out with a loud huff.
He was in a mood that could, conceivably, be called one that was not angry or sad or discontented or displeased or upset or suspicious. The sun was shining. The denarius was stronger than the didrachm. Things were perfectly-laid for three months' time. He had hopped over the fence jovially, and as a matter of course he only hired kennel hands who genuinely loved and knew about dogs: if anyone did suddenly appear, he wasn't exactly in the company of those who would scorn his care. If anything, it was his attention to detail and care of the animals, as well as his general business assessments, that brought him the praise of those who worked in this particular sector.
Sylvestus sighed again. Then he dropped to his knees and scooped up the pup from behind by its elbows, turning it around in his arms and staring, with eyebrows raised, into its mournful wrinkled face.


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[Lyrics from 'Red Right Hand',
by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
Roman soldiers from ~Axy-stock.
"Sylvestus".
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Romulus
 Posted: Oct 10 2015, 06:29 PM


Romulus
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Romulus
Molossus (Dog)
Male
Level 1
Played By
Taxx


N/A


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Member Status: 1Active


Awards

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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 7 +3
Intelligence: 3 +0
Survival Skills: 8 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 1 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 6 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 4 +0
Stamina: 3 +3
Focus 2 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 1


Romulus

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Romulus himself knew nothing of what plans Sylv had for him. He didn't have the mental capacity to wonder about it- the farthest his brain reached was to wonder when he would be fed, or if he could get someone to play with him- and he had a short memory. When the scent of meat began to fill the room, or when the higher pitch of the younger kennel-staff rang out, then he began to anticipate food or play.

At the moment, though, all thoughts were focused on the throbbing pain of his shoulder- a pain that was fading, but it was still hurting. And he was just a pup- at that age when any pain was something to mope over, and a reason to seek out a friendlier, gentler companionship. Rom had already learned that humans were more likely to offer a kind word of concern to a dog injured or ill, and he set off back to the kennels to receive that comfort. Head and tail held low, he made his slow way across the grassy yard, making for the shelter of the building and the humans he knew would be there.

He was less prepared to be picked up from behind- the sound of Sylv's steps lost in his own misery. The hands that grasped around his middle made the young dog jump, glancing back as he was turned but already relaxing as the scent of the man reached his nose. He knew Sylv and knew him well- almost from the moment of his birth. He didn't remember, not really, but the singular odor of the man had been breathed in once he was clear of the sac, his first snuffling breaths of air laced with his scent, along with that of his mother and the damp little forms of his already born littermates.

All the others were gone now, but he was still here, and so was the man who was owner- this Rom had recognized early on. Mother had submitted to him, and her pups had followed her lead, and the lead of the other dogs who acknowledged the human as their superior- as did the other humans who were around. Rom knew him, accepted him as owner, but- he was nothing really special. He was distant at best, not given to shows of affection as were the younger humans who worked at the kennel. With them Romulus romped, rolling over and biting and growling in a falsetto tone, tail wagging furiously and eyes shining, bouncing with all the exuberant energy a pup of five months contained.

No, he was not one of the fun ones. But he was human, and Rom was hurt, and he was here. It was good enough for the young dog. He peered up into the man's face, gave a long, low whine, and squirmed, one paw landing on the man's shoulder, hooking and pulling in an attempt to tuck his body against Sylv's. Wanting that closeness- he wasn't the fun young humans, but he was still human, and that was all Rom wanted at this point.
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Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
 Posted: Oct 12 2015, 04:45 PM


Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
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Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
Roman
Male
Level 1
Played By
Raowolf


#sylvtheunicorn


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Member Status: 1Active


Awards

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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 5 +3
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 5 +3
Leadership: 0 +0
Immunity: 6 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:6 +9
Defense: 6 +6
Speed: 18 +0
Stamina: 21 +9
Focus 9 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 1
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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The pup unleashed from the top of his throat a long, low, reaching whine; with one bloody, feathery paw, he reached out and tapped Sylv's shoulder.
Sylv had already sighed once, but his eyebrows were not yet at their full height so, given his already free mood, he allowed them to go a little higher. He even tilted his head forward slightly to exaggerate the effect. The doleful eyes stared up into his, wide and brown with a sad edge of pink, as the dog's face also tilted slowly forward, his paw hooking determinedly around Sylv.
The man's lips pursed, and he gave a little huff in his nose. This was a good toga, and the blood wouldn't come out - not that he couldn't afford a new one, a dozen new ones, but was it really such a good day that he was prepared to cover his (third) best toga in chicken feathers and puppy blood? Well, indecision was certainly not the way to go, regardless - whatever he chose, he may as well do it now.
Sylv pulled the pup back and tucked him under one elbow, holding him just clear of his body, as he strode back toward the main building of the kennels. There was still no human in sight, though wag-tailed dogs milled around his legs as he walked between them, none quite obstructing his path. It did not take long to find a large sheet of warm cloth abandoned on a cabinet by the door; very rapidly, Sylv deposited the pup onto the blanket, then wrapped it around him before lifting him back, once more, against his chest. Then, the decision was quickly made again; the dogs were kept out of this room by a low door and firm instruction, but their barks echoed close by and the well was across the yard. It was a short walk between the kennels and the villa. On the walk, he got more smiles than he had when he walked alone; he had thought himself quite jovial then, although he supposed that a happy Eres Equus could mean any number of things, not all of them good. A man, even a notorious one, carrying a puppy bundled up against his chest though? No-one stopped him to ask to stroke the dog - he was clearly a hunting or a fighting breed and it must be serious business if he carried him in a blood-soaked blanket through the street - but there was an unusual amount of cooing and squealing from across the street. Sylvestus let the smile spread as the new attention washed through them. He even bounced the dog up to whisper nonsense in his ear at one point. He wasn't entirely sure why. It seemed the right thing to do.
"That your dog?"
"Aye."
"How old is he?"
"Why?"
"Don't snap, boy, just wanted to know. Still working, is he?"
"Aye."
"Ye Gods, don't talk much, do ya? ... Fine, you've won me over. I'll take her for three
denarii."
"I ain't selling her."
"Well what are ye doin' with 'er? Eatin' 'er?"
"We work."
"Work? Both of you? Fine. Looks like she still got a good set of teeth... Don't let her on the sheep, mind. Ain't having that again."
"Aye."

That had been a long time ago. He didn't try to remember when. Which was to say, he knew but he didn't try to remember explicitly.
Damn fine Gods-be-damned dog.

In the villa now, Romulus was quickly deposited onto a table in the kitchen, still bundled up in the blanket. Not wanting to leave the room, Sylv took the quicker route: on the way to the sink and the bucket that was conveniently already next to it, the toga was quickly unwound and deposited out of harm's way. Bare-chested now - the villa, while cooler than the outside, was still warm and (though this wasn't relevant to the temperature point but was still something Sylv was quite proud of) pleasant-smelling - he filled the bucket, obtained a sponge from a cupboard, and then came back to stand over the pup on the table, resting for a moment on the counter-top, staring at him with his eyebrows raised again and his lips pursed. They were almost turned up, though. Then the washing started: feathers were plucked out of fur and tossed into the sink, the sponge was soaked in the cold water and scrubbed against the fur, and the wrinkles were carefully parted and checked for any sign of lurking grime or blood.
None of the blood, as it turned out, was actually Romulus'. He had been limping heavily on one shoulder, but other than some bruising there didn't seem to be permanent harm. "You're a whiny sot, aren't you," Sylv smirked, a gentle frown in the words now, as he lifted the soaked chin to stare into the mournful brown eyes again. Then, with a little huff, the dog's face was dropped and the sponge dropped back into the bucket.
The table was filthy, spattered with dirty water and pinkish washed-out chicken blood and a few stray feathers, but hopefully it wouldn't dry too soon. In the meantime, Sylvestus picked up the now-damp cloth again, and started to scrub the young dog's sodden pelt, murmuring half to himself as he did so. "What on earth compelled you to look so miserable for so little to have gone wrong, eh? Missing Aëllo?" The words surprised him. Sylv hurried on before something ridiculous came out. "Damn fine bitch. You should be proud, eh? Good blood. Cerva and then Aëllo in you, and strong sires on both sides as well. My best line, and don't you know it. Hey hey... Maybe we'll start you the same training as I used to. Doing this bad when a big mean bully comes and steals your chicken, don't want to think how you'd cope with a bear or a lion... But we'll see. Might be useful. I'll need defending from the big bad wolves on that farm, eh?" The smile was back. In fact, it was almost a grin on Sylv's face as he bent down and ruffled the dog's head one final time with the towel. "How does that sound? You'll be a bear-hunter yet, eh?"


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Roman soldiers from ~Axy-stock.
"Sylvestus".
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Romulus
 Posted: Nov 14 2015, 04:05 PM


Romulus
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Romulus
Molossus (Dog)
Male
Level 1
Played By
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Character Stats

Aspect of Mastery:
7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 7 +3
Intelligence: 3 +0
Survival Skills: 8 +3
Leadership: 1 +0
Immunity: 1 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength: 6 +3
Defense: 5 +2
Speed: 4 +0
Stamina: 3 +3
Focus 2 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 2
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 1


Romulus

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As bad as he had felt just a moment ago, now he'd all but forgotten that: being held by the man, a strong arm supporting most of his weight, his ears and muzzle bouncing with the steady stride and his tail whipping back and forth, a rapid, rhythmic thump against the man's back as he was carried toward one of the buildings, the biggest one. There was a cloth on the ground; the man set him on it and wrapped it around his body.

Rom squirmed and snapped playfully at an edge, shaking his head wildly and then giving a quiet yelp as he was scooped back up and held against the man once more as they moved from the yard and toward the rows of houses. Panting happily as they went, his tail still doing its best to wag and his head turned upward to lick at the man's chin, tongue going non-stop the entire way- his efforts growing more frantic as Sylv lifted him a bit higher and into a better position to lick him. He mostly ignored the noises from around him, all his attention on the human carrying him, and only paused when they turned to enter one of the small houses.

Set on the table and left there, the young pup watched the man as he gathered things together, water splashing into a bucket and a sponge joining it before the man turned to him once more- the two staring at each other for a moment before Sylv stepped closer and began to pluck feathers from his coat, and washing the blood from his face. Words spoken, his chin held and blue eyes staring down at him; Rom wiggled, tongue lolling out again as he gazed back at the human.

Then more words, as Sylv began to rub the cloth over his body again. The spoken words meant nothing to the dog; he didn't understand any of them, but the voice itself was pleasing to him. A last rub on the top of his head and he gave another thrilled wiggle, a yelp ringing out almost as if in response, and the pup reared up on his hind legs, to plant his front paws on his chest, still panting away and tail thrashing side to side.
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Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
 Posted: Nov 20 2015, 07:00 PM


Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
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Sylvestus Atrox Nigrum
Roman
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7Imperator, Might of the Roman Army

Imperator, Might of the Roman Army



Mental Attributes
Adaptation: 5 +3
Intelligence: 4 +0
Survival Skills: 5 +3
Leadership: 0 +0
Immunity: 6 +0




Aptitudes of Strength
Strength:6 +9
Defense: 6 +6
Speed: 18 +0
Stamina: 21 +9
Focus 9 +0



Balance

Corruption at 15%

Influence at 15%



Club Fang Stats

Kills: 0
Deaths : 0
Successful Hunts : 0
Failed Hunts : 0
C/F's Participated : 1
C/F'S Won : 1
C/F's Lost: 0


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Yapping happily as if in agreement, Romulus wagged his whole body as Sylv tossed the towel back onto the counter. With the washing and drying the dog's fur was fluffy and filled with static; he looked months younger as he swung his tail - or indeed his whole rear end - from side to side, and given that he didn't have many months to begin with this transformation was quite a significant one.
Finally, the pup seemed unable to control his excitement any longer: the wagging that had moved from his tail to his body erupted out, and he jumped up to place his paws back on Sylv's shoulders - and his hand had lashed out almost before he had thought about it.

There was thought in the action. That was what he remembered when he recalled the event later. He had most certainly thought about it - he didn't do anything without thinking. Most men acted like animals, without logic or reason; Sylv was different. He considered things, considered their long-term implications and their meanings. So when he thought about what he had done - for it had stuck with him longer than it should have done - he remembered a clear train of thought that went along the specific and clear, yet somehow approximate, lines of Regardless of whatever plan takes place in three months' time, here is a dog we are going to keep for many years to come, and whether we train him as a shepherd or a warrior he is going to have to be disciplined. He must learn that his place in the pack - again, whether our pack is of two or of many - is below me and that he does not have the qualification to challenge that, or indeed to attempt to form any rank of his own devising below me. And so his special treatment now must count for nothing in comparison to the other dogs, because the blood of Aëllo and Cerva and all the others is meaningless if he is not disciplined as they are.
But that was an awful lot of thought to have supposedly taken place in the millisecond that came between Romulus bounding up to place his paws on Sylv's shoulders, and Sylv's right hand coming down and aiming to strke the pup across the side of the head.
"Decubo," lashed his voice, striking out fast as the hand and just as harsh.
Sylv found that his heart was beating quite faster than normal. His stomach had coiled tight in that second, tighter than he could have believed would - should - happen in a half-second action-reaction. It was as if Rom's lunge toward his face had spooked him - but Sylv had never been prone to fright about being taken by surprise...

Sylv's fist came down on the side of the table so sharply that pain split up his whole hand and jarred his arm into his shoulder. He gasped, the air choked out of his lungs as if he had punched his own stomach. It was not the leap near his face that had scared him, he knew.
Not fear. That was not fear. I do not fear any more.
But just for a second the pup had acted on impulse and had, because he did not know any better, acted on an impulse that was entirely out of Sylvestus'... Control.
Sylv knew that words would be meaningless to the pup, beyond commands he had yet to fully learn. Any monologue about learning discipline or not acting on impulse or learning to act maturely would be entirely lost on him, and suddenly Sylv didn't feel like continuing his quiet ramblings. His stomach had uncoiled a little with his own sharp reaction, and his heart was starting to slow - but beyond the dog himself, there was his own mind's... Movements. They caused just as much trouble to him - no. More. But thinking about thinking about what he had thought about just led in a dangerous spiral of those thoughts and - Gods! It had been a good day! It had been a good day and in three months' time it would all be over and he would be riding away into the night with a horse and a dog and a whole future of... Himself.
And it would be easier, then. He was sure of it. When he didn't have to face men every day; when he had enough resources to keep him going through a harsh winter or a flood; when everything would be within his control and there would be no chance of insurrection because the variables would be reduced simply down to him and Rom and the horse and whatever smallholding animals he felt like rearing. And if he woke screaming, who would hear? And he would be away from the illogic of men and the foolishness of their ramblings and dealings. He might have to venture out in the beginning, but it would not be long before he was growing enough to feed himself and the animals and then the only time he would need to leave his privacy to re-enter the world of men would be to buy a new cloak or toga or replace a broken farm tool beyond fixing a few times a year. And... Gods. He didn't even have to console himself with soon any more. He had a date. Well... In a few days he would have a date.
He would know exactly when it could all finally come true... Soon.

Sylv let the smile break as he put the dog on the floor and went to fetch a clean toga. He let it out and it felt vulnerable and shaky and somewhere inside his chest it felt strange. Because no human eyes looked to see the weak trembling lips, and what could Rom know of those eyes that stopped reflecting for a few moments and simply looked out at the world almost blue? And as long as he kept his eyes away from the few mirrors on the walls, just for a short while Sylv was free. And he smiled without inhibition or plot or mystery.
And then the freedom and the vulnerability started to make his heart pound, and he forced himself to look into the mirror as he dressed, meet his own gaze, and hold it until silvery mirrors slipped back into place and the expression became one of carefully-chiselled stone. And though the word on the tip of his tongue was "Soon", he instead looked down at Rom and clicked his fingers, then pointed at his own side. Follow. Romulus was injured and tired and probably riddled with confusion and guilt, desperate to make up for sins he did not yet understand had been committed to the master he loved and would come to love even further. But Sylv's afternoon was free, and if his training did not start now - given that it only had three months to come almost to completion - then when would it?
And Sylvestus made sure that even the mirror could not penetrate his expression before he stepped back out into the world, for his reflection was the most devious intruder onto private thought of all.


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[Lyrics from 'Red Right Hand',
by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
Roman soldiers from ~Axy-stock.
"Sylvestus".
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Decubo" = "get down".]

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