[hider=Secundus Albus]Name: Secundus Albus

Age: 30

Gender: Male

[hider]Appearance][img]http://i.imgur.com/16dVyr3.jpg?1[/img][/hider]

Home: Arizona

Skills: [list]
[*]Basic first aid and herbology
[*]Legion-standard hand-to-hand combat skills
[*]Tailoring at a professional level
[*]Basic survival skills
[*]Fluent in Latin and English
[*]Four years of education on pre-war history. Primary focus on the Byzantine Empire and late Germanic tribes.
[*]Discipline
[*]Literacy, both reading and writing
[*]Skilled at rudimentary weapon manufacturing, maintenance, and usage (includes simple firearms)[/list]

Background: Born in one of the dozens of villages spread throughout Legion territory, Albus was raised from birth to be an auxiliary soldier of Caesar's Legion. As he grew up, he learned everything Caesar had made policy to be learned: skills necessary to live on one's own, skills necessary to aid your fellow soldiers, and skills necessary to not make the mistakes of the proud, fattened hogs of the West. The way things were going, Caesar's Legion was primed to eradicate the men of the West.

When, against all odds, the NCR [i]won[/i] the battle of Hoover Dam, and successfully assassinated both Caesar and his most-trusted confidants, the internal structure of The Legion collapsed into several warring nation-states. Clusters of villages rallied under the charismatic force of those who used to be Centurions, and so a massive civil war erupted across the American Southwest that rendered much of the land nearly impossible to traverse for fear of being attacked. Those who had previously rid the land of Raiders now banded together into massive tribes, raiding and assaulting their enemies with little mercy.

Albus was one of the many smaller villages who fled for safer grounds when the great civil war erupted. Together with his instructor, his mother, and his three brothers, he fled northeast. Though his family and friends decided to settle down somewhere in what used to be Kentucky, Albus moved along on his own, eventually reaching South Carolina in one piece. Currently, Albus is staying temporarily in a podunk shantytown way off on the coast, darning socks and hunting Mirelurks with the local boys.

Equipment: 
[list]
[*]One slightly dinged-up .357 lever-action rifle, given to him by his father.
[*]One canteen, currently filled with water.
[*]One pouch, filled with emergency rations. Enough for two days.
[*]One baggy of trail mix, for Heather.
[*]Fifty .357 magnum rounds, loose, bought from local scrap dealer.
[*]One machete. Has a smiley face carved into the pommel and a crude guard made of wrapped cloth.
[*]One road map. Covers both the Carolinas and Georgia.
[*]One boning knife, for fish and small animals.
[*]One tin drinking cup. Has multiple coffee stains.
[*]One crude tank-top and pants, self-made.
[*]One rucksack, stolen off an unknown corpse.
[*]One straight razor, well-kept.
[*]One iron saucepan, for boiling and cooking.
[*]One ladle, wooden. Previously owned by mother.
[*]One sewing kit. Previously owned by father.
[*]Fifty bottle caps. Branded "Bawlz Energy Drink".
[*]One pair of binoculars. One lens has been destroyed.
[*]Three Legion denarii. Two silver, one gold.
[*]Pair of shoes. Intermittently houses a growing colony of foot fungus and several large insects.
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Other: Albus has one pet: an old wild pig that he managed to coerce into following him through regular bribery of dried meat. The pig's name is Heather.
Heather is astonishingly intelligent, and frustratingly willful. Heather will go nearly anywhere Albus will go, and has saved Albus's skin more than once.
Albus holds contempt for people affiliated with the NCR or the current Brotherhood of Steel. He feels that they haven't faced any real hardships and are instead growing fat off the backs of the workers beneath them.[/hider]