”It’s not gay if we’re both wearing armor.”

”I will not fail you, nor will I fail the Legion.”

”Hide risk, draw out the prey.”

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Strength: 10

He requires high strength to back up his use of swords and his body as weapons. He swings a 4’ sword around with ease, and he delivers paralyzing punches for a reason. And, besides, the muscles boost his confidence and self esteem. He wants to be the best, and strength is easy for him to train in order to be the best

Perception: 5

Average. He hears, sees, smells, tastes, and feels well. Not all too much to say about it.

Endurance: 6

With his use of unarmed fighting and using melee, he has trained up his endurance to make things easier

Charisma: 7

From intimidation to being a flirt, his above average charisma is quite helpful

Intelligence: 5

He reads a lot and got a proper schooling in the vault… not that he necessarily cared about school all too much. Pyrrhus found sitting at a desk all day stupid when there were better ways to learn in his opinion. He put in as much effort he cared to and move on from it with average grades. Now he focuses his learning on war tactics, natural medicine, and how to be a better romantic

Agility: 6

Much like endurance, agility is needed for his choice of fighting style. Though, with his one bad leg, his agility is not as good as it could be

Luck: 1

He has no use for luck, as greatness triumphs it in his opinion. Don’t need luck if you’re good at what you do

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Extra Stats

Temper: 8/10

It is easy to upset him and set him off, but usually he is good at biting his tongue and keeping quiet. He uses his anger for fights and it has been working out… alright for him

Honesty: 5/10

His relationship is one big lie and he has to build up more lies around it. He is not afraid to lie, and it rather good at it

Patience: 4/10

Although he is in a leadership role, he is not the most patient. He expects absolute perfection and when he doesn’t get it, he gets mad. His centuriae of 80 legionaries is rather powerful and terrifying for the harshness of their Centurion, leading to that perfection

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Skills

Combat Skills

Energy weapons: 9/100

Explosives: 25/100

Guns: 13/100

Melee Weapons: 100/100

Unarmed: 100/100

Sneak: 85/100

Speech Skills

Speech: 9/100

Barter: 13/100

Utility Skills

Lockpick: 50/100

Science: 10/100

Medicine: 45/100

Repair: 60/100

Survival: 100/100

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Perks

Confirmed Bachelor

Friend of the Night

Ferocious Loyalty

Mister Sandman

Terrifying Presence

Piercing Strike

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Combat Style

Style 1

Whenever possible, he will use his sword, even against those with guns. He doesn’t let fear and danger stop him from close quarters battle. He wouldn’t be a centurion if he did

Style 2

Disarm the enemy and use his own armored body as a powerful weapon

Style 3

Use intimidation and his terrifying presence to subdue the enemy before capturing them

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General Information

Full Name:

Ferdinand Hill Kalawai’a

Legion Name:

Pyrrhus Leonides

- Flaming red son of the lion

Nickname(s):

Vault Dweller - He was born and raised in Vault 47 and the reputation still follows him around

Gynophobe- He is very openly, although doesn’t try to be, afraid of women and the legion uses it as something to insult him. Pyrrhus had watched a crazed woman slaughter his brother and the fear was formed. As a response to the ‘fight or flight’ feeling women give him, he has ended up killing more than his fair share of women slaves that had been forced around him

Little Lion - From his dearly beloved Pollux

Gender:

Male - He/Him

Race and Species:

Mixed, Tongan and Caucasian

Human

Age:

35

Has moments when he acts a lot younger and immature, as he is a very sore loser

Sexuality:

Homosexual, but does his best to hide it (as it is not allowed within the Legion)

Marital Status:

Not married or engaged, but in a romantic relationship with Decanus Pollux Caratacus

Affiliation:

Caesar’s Legion

Centurion

Sanity:

On the lower side of sane

Has always had the belief that he should be “manly” and not care about his mental health. This mixed with killing the innocent and participating in the brutality destroys his mental state.

Karma:

Evil

He is in the legion. He causes travesties.

Self-Esteem:

Very high

Pyrrhus is very full of himself and thinks he is the greatest.

Voice:

Darth Maul - The Phantom Menace

Theme Song:

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

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Gear

Weapons

Primary 1:

Heavily modified bumper sword, less bumper and more sword

Primary 2:

His fists, elbows, knees, and feet. Unarmed, in other words.

Apparel

Armor:

Hand forged bronze, steel, and leather armor that mimics the armor worn by the Romans, which was made by his own two hands.

Equipment

Medical supplies 1: Hydra, x5 at a time - To treat the pain of his permanently wounded leg

Medical supplies 2: Healing powder, x5-10 at a time - Carries extra whenever Pollux is going with him

Medical supplies 3: Various medicinal plants that Pollux had taught him to find and use

Consumables: Juice from various berries and fruits. Since alcohol is prohibited, he drinks a lot of unfermented juice as a replacement

Misc: Picture of him and his twin brother, Caesar, during their time in the vault, scrap metal, leather scraps

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Personality

Favorites:

Doing romantic gestures in secret for Pollux- including lunch dates, finding him flowers, and something as extreme as making him a whole suit of lovingly engraved armor

Finding his way into libraries to read books that survived the nuclear blasts- prefers historical books (Roman) and romance novels

New fruit juice combinations, and fruity drinks in general

Loves:

Looking extravagant in his higher quality armor

Blacksmithing and armor/weapon deg

Being able to prove himself and be recognized for it- he thrives off of praises and approval

Likes:

Spending time off in typical Ancient Roman attire

Dogs

Being able to do tasks with just his Decanus- they usually turn them into dates

Dislikes:

Being reminded of his vault upbringing, and how it makes him inferior in the eyes of some

The rumors(which are true) saying he’s in a gay relationship with his Decanus- also just rumors about Pollux in general

His fellow Centurions and leadership not listening to his battle ideas

Hates:

People talking to him who are visibly dirty- he takes it as a sign of disrespect

Women- he is terrified of them and hates being around them alone. It makes him anxious as all hell

Booze being prohibited

Personality traits:

Cocky

Impatient

Deliberate

Tactical

Short-tempered

Romantic

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Appearance

Hair Color: Dark red-orange

Eye Color: Gray-Blue

Skin Tone: Dark tan. He’s naturally pretty tan, but being in the sun all day definitely darkens him up more

Build: Muscular. Not completely jacked, but has more muscle than the typical legionnaire

Hair Style: Medium length, typically slicked back to look more professional

Facial Hair: Cannot grow any, and it makes him jealous of others who can

Distinctive features: Various moles and freckles, a prominent limp with his right leg, always clean

Scars: Multiple covering his body from fights, but has a large one on the left side of his face. Spans from his chin and up to his forehead, but has a section that curls down his cheek and through his lip

Height: 6’5, the only thing he has over his brother

Weight: 225lbs

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Backstory

Vault:

Born June 30, 2,242 to the Navy division in vault 47, 5 minutes before his twin, Caesar, life was paradise. Two loving parents, never had food scarcity, always had clean water, and a warm bed they could always sleep in. They were raised like prewar children. Went to school everyday, had the weekends off, and upon graduating high school, they got jobs. But, for Ferdinand, things were different. He felt the need to be competitive with his brother, despite the fact their parents loved them both the same. Caesar thought it was heartfelt, brotherly competition, so he had naturally played into it.

Ferdinand desired to get more praise, desired to be the best- but, with the things in the vault, he really couldn’t. He and his brother did about the same in school, a bit above average, therefore the job selection was the same, and the two of them ended up choosing the same job of Vault Security. Neither knowing the other chose it as well. The only two things his brother had over him was the ability to grow facial hair and the fact he had found himself a person he was already planning on marrying. One day, out of anger with himself not being better, he had told his brother that he had hated him.

And, that same fateful day, he had watched his brother get slaughtered.

Post Vault:

Being filled with guilt and dread of not saving his brother, and telling him he had hated him, he knew he couldn’t stay within that vault.

Waiting until the other dwellers were busy with his brother’s funeral, he packed up his bag with the limited belongings he wished to keep with him before leaving the vault. Having not been outside before, seeing the destroyed military base that had been around them, he crept through the debris before running. He didn’t want to be around by the time his parents earned of him being gone. He didn’t want them to bring him back in there. As he traveled through the southern states on foot to head out west, he ran into enemies of every kind. Mutated animals, raiders, crazed druggies, and factions. And like he hadn’t done before, he had to kill another living thing. It was awful. It made his heart ache, plagued him with guilty, but he learned that was the way of the land.

Upon reaching Arizona, with the plan of getting to Nevada, he had fallen into unfortunate circumstances. With his less than stellar luck, he happened upon a band of Caesar’s Legion. Men dressed in poor imitations of the romans he happened to read so much about. And much like everything else in the irradiated world, they were the furthest thing from friendly. With his new experience in killing, he fought back as they tried to take him down. Catching their spears and throwing them back, using his boxing knowledge as they drew in closer, and dodging out of the way of being grabbed… it was only a matter of time until they had overpowered him and enslaved him. The whole way back to The Fort, he fought back. Kicked, bucked, took each kick and punch. Being tossed in with the other slave men, he stood out with his tall, broad, and muscular stature- not to mention the splattered of legion blood that covered his torn up, bright blue vault suit.

Centurion Fastus Leonides, The Prideful Lion (a man adorned in the pelt of a lion, unironically) took note of the new slave, as he had piqued his interest- the two looking awfully familiar… so he was the effect person to make into his carbon copy. And he wanted to get him into his centuriae before any of the others could. With some harshness and training, he knew he could craft him into something great like the rest of his legionairs. First, he had a simple conversation of indoctrination. Telling him about the Legion and spreading the word of the great Caesar, as he had figured he wasn’t too aware of what had been happening out in the Mojave and its surrounding states- given the vault suit and the fact he had been from Louisiana. Sensing his mental vulnerability, he convinced him into believing they were the way to a greater future. And much like the others Fastus Leonides had hand chosen, Ferdinand started out in the fighting ring.

It was a struggle at first, but each and every fight he got better. Other slave fighters became a breeze, and soon enough lower ranked legionnaires were too. Every night, after al the fighting was over, the centurion had one on one training with him- pushing him to be an unstoppable force when it came to unarmed fighting. After he had felt he could handle a weapon, he was gifted a sword and welcomed as a proper Recruit Legionary. He started to be taken along on scouting parties, raids, and so on as a way to train with the sword he had been given- because much like fist fighting, fighting with a weapon is best taught in action.

After a few years, and scaling the rank ladder with pride, he had become the Decanus of the Centurion that made him who he was. Though, much to his dismay, Fastus had grown ill with a sickness they were incapable of curing. Knowing he had been reaching his final days, he asked Ferdinand to put an end to his misery, addressing him as the name Pyrrhus Leonides… the flaming red son of the lion. As an act of brotherhood, Pyrrhus gave Fastus a quick, painless death with the sword he was gifted years ago. A few days after his death, he was put into the role of Centurion, taking the place of the deceased Prideful Lion.

As a way to cope with yet another loss of someone he was close to, he delved his free time into learning the trade of blacksmithing. Rather than sleeping, he crafted weapon after weapon, piece of armor after armor, all while balancing the leadership role he was given… until a new slave was put up with the other men. A humanitarian they were seeking out was finally captured and looked to be at peace with his situation. And then the cycle continued on. Pyrrhus has chosen him to be the one he will train, though, it was simply out of his attraction towards the once humanitarian.

At first, he was harsh to him, having been afraid of this attraction he felt. But, over the weeks, he began to lighten up as the man gave up his pacifist ideologies rather quickly and embraced what he was bringing taught. With him happily becoming one of them and using his medical knowledge to assist the Legion as a whole, Pyrrhus began to accept the feelings he had for the man. After years of working alongside him, he had presented the man with his own suit of handcrafted armor- something of which he has not made for anyone else before. The two had began their secret relationship as Centurion and Decanus.