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[b]Name:[/b] Proclus Faust 
[b]Age:[/b] 49
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Loyalty:[/b] Phalanx 
[b]Unit:[/b] Black Gold Adventuring Company, I Legion, III Century
[b]Rank in the Military:[/b] Tesserarius 
[b]Role in the Military:[/b] Heavy Infantryman

[b]APPEARANCE[/b]
A brute’s sculpture misshapen to the likeness of man’s weathered dogs of war. A towering presence, looming with a squarish face covered in lines manifestoed by age and conflict. His heavy brow shadows the cobalt gray with black flecks in his eyes, likening his gaze to twin beacons of a starless void. The intellect found in his stare betrays the primitive Hercules of his physical constitution. And while leathery skin droops from the tautness of his prime, his physical constitution still exceeds the demands of his trade. Whatever uniform is required of his person is worn with indifference. Even the famously known heavy armor of his unit is stubbornly equipped; The slicked back raven cut on his head is the only thing he keeps in proper order, even if its feathers are frosted by age. 
   
[b]PROFILE[/b]
Proclus, once a bold fist, now a calloused hand, still, he claws at destiny in search of purpose. Tired are his old ambitions, forfeiting efforts to mend the fractured legacy of his people. Now he embarks on a crusade, a soldier of fortune, who searches for governing spheres worthy of his orbit. 

He loves to feign ignorance, always eluding to a whimsical nature to veil the calculation of his stratagems. With a predilection for informality, his discomfort for ceremonial grandeur doesn’t go unnoticed. Solace is found on the rugged terrain of any planet, believing all who endure nature’s wrath are people worth their salt.   

[b]BIOGRAPHY[/b]
Proclus Faust hails from the Sovereign Black Order Colony, born within the confines of its capital in Nova Medina. The Faust line is embedded within the historic legionnaire, a tradition now carried into the Blackgold Adventuring Company ranks. His active career as a militia patrolman laid the groundwork for this eventual shift. 

Years spent policing rock pirates and marauders stirred a fire from within. He yearned for more, not just for himself, but for his people; to see them elevated to the statuses of old, so all will know Medina’s greatness once more. He found his calling as a soldier for hire, servicing their cause for his own with the best years of his life. Now a seasoned Tessarius under Centurion Antonius Aleman, he aspires to uplift those who share the fighting spirit of Medina.      
 


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