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[center][b]Quintus Vitalius of Amal[/b]

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Tall and unyielding, Quintus wears his armour like a second skin, Wearing it as a badge of office to serve his ambitions, be it thick ceremonial leather breastplates hinting at a grand Celesean past, or  a more practical Lamellar. Sporting a trimmed brown beard kept in good shape, he makes sure his hair is kept short, keeping his experienced and weary gaze free for all to see, matched by the wrinkles around his lips, giving the impression that his face is always twisted in disapointed expression. He makes sure to wear red, a bold colour, an imperial colour, the colour of ambition. 

Kingdom Allegiance: Tautan

Vitalius hailed from the lands of Amalia before the unholy wrath of the Lamperts swept through the territory. What remained of the Celesean state was burned in flame and washed away in the blood of his people. Escaping, running and travelling as a Refugee, he made his way to Tautom, as far away from the Lamperts as he could. In this time of strife, his natural leadership began to shine through. Becoming something of a figurehead for the remnants of the Amalian's, he began to lead them into battle in the name of King Orso, taking land, loot and fame wherever he could. It's here his ambition began to shine through. Soon it wasn't just Amalian refugees under his command, Tautoviigoc's were added. Despite his ambition, he tasted losses among his victories, the taste sour on the tongue of a man who began to see himself as something more. As a fresh Chlotar army smashed through the Tautom frontline, his relatively small force was able to wrestle small comfort from their victories as the entire Tautom lines were rolled up and forced back to the very city of Tautom. To this day he swears if he had been given command of more forces, he alone could have halted the chlotar counter attack. With his General dead at the hands of the barbarians, he found himself unceremoniously promoted into his place, given the title Doux and it's accompanying powers. He swears because of his political and militaristic prestige, but whispers simply say there wasn't anyone else to fill the spot. He cares not, he will prove his worth in time, and bring glory back to the Celesean states. [/center]
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[b]Name:[/b] [center][b]Prince Zeno of Tautom[/b]

[b]Appearance: [/b]
The young Prince Zeno is exactly that. At the age of 14, he is already a man by the standards of his world. His cheeks are still bare, with only the hints of stubble starting to grow from his skin, which is only recently starting to tan as he makes more and more trips from the palace to train and study. Standing at 5’10, he is tall for his age, but still a head under most adults, the top of his head crowned by deep brown hair. His eyes are a striking blue, but often set in an expression of grim determination unusual for a boy his age, but not for his circumstances. Zeno is often clad in only a simple toga, ornate and well made owed to his royal heritage, however he has been seen wearing armour at the advice of his tutor, Quintus Vitalius, during training sessions, helping to build the Prince’s body from a young boy’s into a man’s.

[b]Kingdom Allegiance:[/b] City-state of Tautom

[b]Tribe:[/b] None (Baltian Celesean)

[b]Background:[/b]
Prince Zeno is among the older of King Orso’s children, the firstborn of his fifth wife. Living his life as a side thought, as an almost passing fancy to his own father, he has grown bitter in his young age in regards his father. While most youths would grow angry and selfish with this upbringing, Zeno to his own credit turned to books, lore and the people, eager to build his character off of his own worth rather than his father's. Growing to be a rather scrawny “runt” of King Orso with this lifestyle, it seemed not much was set to change in his life. That was until the Vitalians, an Amalian noble household fleeing from war and persecution, was granted refuge in the Amalian Quarter of Tautom. One of their nobles, Quintus, took an interest in the Baltian Prince. Zeno was by then already known among the people of the city, and intelligent by his own right was surprised when the noble offered to tutor the boy in politics, warfare and martial arts. It wasn’t long before Zeno was training with the best pit fighters and mercenaries money could buy, studying tactics and strategies with former Captains and Generals.

Soon, the young prince found himself hardening, watching his body change, and the desire to improve. Life is what you make of it, and Zeno intended to make much of his.[/center]
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