Main profile (if applicable):
Full birth name:
Stalks-The-Night
Aliases/nicknames:
Reggie, but he hates being called such
Species:
Human
Subspecies/Class:
Praetorian Guard Veteran Legionnaire
Age:
35
Sex/Gender:
Male
Height:
6'0"
Skin color:
Pale, but tanned
Hair color/style:
Black/shaven bald
Eye color:
White
Scars/identifying marks:
-Very pale eyes; must wear dark goggles in daylight
-Large red 'X' tattooed on his forehead; a highly visible mark of shame

Personality:
Rescued from a life of petty raiding and tribal politics at a young age, Regulus was grateful and proud to be a Legion soldier, and had never been prouder than the day he proved himself to the Praetorian Guard. However, he was recently stabbed in the back and shamed before Caesar himself, and forcibly demoted back down to the rank-and-file. Since then he has had a severe crisis of faith, and is questioning who he is and where his loyalties truly lie.
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Profession/job:
Legion soldier
Group/faction:
Caesar's Legion

Resistances:
Mastery of Legion martial arts, and dual-wielding curved daggers; physically tough and able to endure a great deal of pain and effort
Weaknesses:
Extremely photosensitive, and in the greater scheme of things not very bright
Fears/phobias:
His greatest fears have actually come to pass; there is no hiding his disgrace, at this point he has nothing left to lose
Overall physical health:
Very good
Diseases:
None
Psychiatric/mental diseases:
Does crippling uncertainty count?

SPECIAL/Statistics
STR: 7
PER: 3 (8 at night or in the dark)
END: 9
CHA: 4
INT: 5
AGL: 5 (8 at night or in the dark)
LUC: 4 (7 at night or in the dark)

Appearance:
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Equipment details (please add as needed):
Legion gladius - A standard Legion sword, nothing fancy or notable about it
Twin daggers - More of an assassin's weapon, Regulus was allowed to keep these after his demotion; ornate, well-cared for and very lethal, he refuses to use them in combat until he can regain his honor
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Legion recruit armor - little more than re-purposed football pads and colored cloth
Weighted arm/shin guards - to lend weight to unarmed attacks and give a little more protection
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Possessions - Healing powder, a single gold Aureus
Clothing - simple shirt, jeans and boots

Any other information:

Regulus was once Stalks-The-Night, but the Legion came and assimilated his tribe when he was very young. Eager to gain recognition he fought his way through the next twenty years or so, one day gaining the rank of Praetorian Guard. He barely held that post for a year before the Praefect, jealous of the younger man's skill and prowess, began to fear for his position. Praetorian Guards gained their position by challenging and killing a previous Guard, and any one of them could do the same to the Praefect.

With the help of the Frumentarii, he arranged for Regulus to be injected with the chem known as Psycho, right before a grand ceremony where Caesar himself would be present. Of course, Regulus lost his mind and ruined the day, and of course they found the spent Psycho injector in his belongings. His protests went unheeded; he was stripped of rank and weapons, branded on his forehead, and cast back into the anonymous ranks of the Legion army.

His life thus thrown into turmoil, Reggie has been lost and confused ever since, going through the motions of the Legion, waiting for someone to grant him new purpose.