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Regulus Arcanus

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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, as played by Thepyromaker

Description

Name: Regulus Theracles
Age: 23
Place of Birth: Athens
Personality: A proud man,by Athenian standards, who believes he can change the world with his ideas, he just needs more power. His beliefs stem from the idea of equality and justice for all. He is an intellectual and prefers to think things through before he goes through with his actions, but is not opposed to choose his course if there is not time to ponder.
Appearance: Regulus He does not have the body armor, and instead wears a tight set of hard leather armor, with no adornments except for the sigil of Athena on a gold medallion that attaches his red cloak, that is more of a dull red brown, than in the picture. He has shaggy light brown hair and light grey eyes. His features are of an athletic build that of a body build up for stamina, not strength.
Spoken Languages: Greek, along with a rudimentary understanding of the common language of The Nameless.
[Combat Section] (Try not to just fill this section up with whatever so you can have one in every slot, think about your character deeply. and remove stuff you don't need for them.)
Weapons: A Iron short Sword, and a iron shield that has the sigil of Athena etched into it's surface.
Powers: Protection of Athena, through daily worship of Athena he is able to invoke her protection. He can only do this when he is about to fight someone he considers an enemy. His body glows with a light blue aura, and it mitigates damage done to his body. It is particularly effective against slashing and piercing damage, where it would take a superior feat of strength to cut off a limb or cut into his muscle.
Technology: None
Skills: Runners stamina: Regulus has trained himself through working as a messenger to pace and extend his stamina to the extreme. He can run for long distances and can participate in combat for quite a while before fatiguing.
Philosophy: Regulus has studied under some of Athen's great philosophers, which enables him to think and debate philosophically.
Proficiency: Short Swords, Shields, horse riding, Sailing, Philosophy, farming.
[Back-story]
Father: Gregor Ulfer
Mother: Catalina Theracles
Connections and Affiliations: Few but a new member of The Nameless.
History prior to The Garden: Regulus was the bastard son of a barbarian from the north. His parents had been part of a romance that was not socially approved. In his mother's attempt to save his life, when his birth was discovered, she claimed that she was raped by his father, so Regulus could claim her title and last name, since it was no fault of his own. They accepted this but for his entire life Regulus was ridiculed for being the bastard son of a barbarian and he was never fully integrated as an Athenian. He was barred from joining the Senate or holding lands or titles. He had been content with his life for a time, and even joined the Athenian military and was extensively trained in the sword and shield along with learning the duties of a long distance runner, a position that was heavily honored. Eventually, he began to see the slow corruption of the Athenian government. Knowing he could do nothing to forestall it, without raising arms, he sought to leave, but did not know where to go.

One day Athena approached Regulus. She offered him the chance to travel to a land where he could gain new powers and knowledge that could help him overcome those that had begun to plague her city of Athens. He agreed, pledging himself to her service until such a time that he could cleanse Athens and restore it to it's former glory. Only minutes after he found himself in the middle of the wastelands in The Nameless' territory. He quickly joined the guild, as he did not think he could survive on his own. He began to learn the language and ways at a quick pace.

So begins...

Regulus Arcanus's Story

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Qwerty, aka Experiment 'Sludgepile', was having bitter-sweet feelings about today. Considering the recent events that transpired since he, though technically he was an it, having been transported here shortly after his latest success story in the murdering business, it was definitely the strangest day he had. This was a rather impressive feat, due to him being a sentient human-shaped pile of organic sludge wearing sweatpants and clasping on a pair steel pipes as clubs. Having gone through from a sudden series of rapidly changing events, Qwerty had ended up in the thick of a grand battle, perhaps even large enough to be a small war of sorts, and was loving every minute of it. However he was immensely infuriated when he was met with the sight of various husks being resurrected from the dead, while others that were already among the living were bolstered in strength, snarling in rage and frustration at the shadowy underlings, especially those that fell by his own hand earlier.

"You got to be f***ing joking! Do you b***ards have any idea how hard it was to murder that many of them? Sure it was a right laugh, especially the fella whose head I squashed by bashing the two pipes together, but they did tons of slashes and smashes and other injuries beginning with S's on me!? Granted some of them have healed up now, that's the case with this weird healing factor junk I got, but one of them tried to chop my head off! The c**t! If there dead, leave em dead, ain't fair otherwise you cheating cowards!", Qwerty babbled furiously, having indicated to various wounds that adorned his sludgy body, including a clean stab wound through his side, a missing toe, and the previously mentioned incriminating attempt of cleaving around half way along his long snake-like neck. It was obvious he was hampered by the numerous wounds on his body, his already cumbersome speed impeded as well as his advantageous strength, and though his wounds were still healing, it was occurring at a snails pace. He wasn't ready for being in the thick of it and he begrudgingly knew it.

As the husk hoard approached, Qwerty made the shaming decision to retreat, an action he never was comfortable with, but saw it necessary as he began lumbering towards the defensive line, grumbling under his breath as the shadowy underlings were figuratively and occasionally literally nipping at his heels. He hastily battered back a few husks that got too close, desperately pushing them back with his great steel pipes he wielded as clubs, as well as spitting clumps of acidic slime, as well as adhesive slime, in an attempt to slow their numbers, still scrambling towards The Nameless and fellow competitors striving to survive.
"This just ain't f***ing fair I tell ya! reviving the dead while im heavily injured is just a wimpy loser way of a come back!" Qwerty raged to no one in particular, now at half-way to what appeared to be an iron fence that wasn't there earlier, with all sorts of combatants fighting nearby.