Hansa

Lost World: Antarctica

Hey guys. I've had some changes regarding work IRL, lowering the amount of free time I have. I feel like I should drop out of this RP before posting, so I don't leave a vacuum behind. I hope you guys write one hell of a story, maybe I'll keep an eye on you ;)

Cheers, sorry about this.

Imperium Mortuorum: A Zombie Apocalypse RP in Ancient Rome

I think so, yes

Imperium Mortuorum: A Zombie Apocalypse RP in Ancient Rome

Auxilio Mauritanius

As Auxilio was calming his mare, the dead began to attack the barricades. The horse was bound to agitate once more, but there was no time to ponder that. He bound her to a nearby arch before running towards the men who were already in battle. At the very forefront of the defense was the centurion Lucius, a battle-hardened soldier Auxilio looked up to a bit. Sure, the man knew nothing of the hardships one endures through a life on the outskirts of the Empire, but he had seen victory and defeat, even losing a hand. That was nothing to scoff at.

Seeing as the Mortui were already up close and climbing the barricades, Auxilio picked out his shortspear to start. More wieldy and lighter than the longer counterpart, it would do nicely for a situation such as this. Noticing that one of the flanks was more sparsely guarded, Auxilio found his place furthest to the left of all the defenders. After all, a cavalier was naturally drawn to the flanks. Two young boys, no more than twelve or thirteen years of age before they met their doom, were rabidly gnawing at the wooden poles that made up this particular section of the wall. One might think that young corpses awoke misplaced mercy or compassion in Auxilio, but in that case one would be wrong. Young or old, these risen dead were unnatural and vile.

Auxilio struck hard and fast, first plunging the spear into the mouth of the closest of them, driving the the tip into the base of the skull. Not waiting for the first to fall, Auxilio jerked the spear back and gouged at the head of the second boy. He hit the very center of the face, between the eyes, and the tip was lodged into the bridge of the nose. Auxilio lifted the handle of the spear, so that the weapon was angled diagonally downwards, before he put all his weight into a new trust. The facial bones were crushed, and what was once a set of eyes on the young corpse dissappeared into a mess of bone, brains and blood. The two Mortui laid before him, finally at rest. "Rest in peace, young souls." Auxilio muttered, grinding his teeth in fearful anger.

In a short moment of respite, Auxilio noticed a noblewoman with a longspear within the fight, mildly surprised at a woman's presence in the battle. She appeared to be attempting some sort of small talk or chattering in the middle of this struggle, to Auxilio's utter disbelief. However, giving it a second thought he should hardly be surprised, he thought to himself. Was it not the absolutely most typical thing for an Equite, and a woman at that, not to realize the gravity of a situation such as this? Who knew, maybe she thought herself immortal. Auxilio held his tongue, as he had to do in the company of nobles. "For now, we must put the dead to rest. And protect the living" he answered the woman calmly, full of restraint. And with that, the moment was over and an arm lunged at Auxilio through the barricades, which he dutifully answered with his spear.

Imperium Mortuorum: A Zombie Apocalypse RP in Ancient Rome

Auxilio Mauritanius

He had always wanted to see Rome, ever since he heard his masters praise the city during his earlier life as a slave in Africa. But that was a life Auxilio rarely permitted himself to think about, and now was not a good time to start. And alas, Rome had been a complete disappointment. Maybe it was unfair to judge the city on the impression it made during a plague of undeath, but still - what a shithole.

Auxilio had arrived during the early days of the plague. The people of Rome were dying of illness, their scouts and guards included. Times came when able-bodied men became scarcer by the day, and the Senate had sent for the best men from all the colonies and vassal-states as reinforcements. Auxilio was among these men, and at first he felt great pride in this. When the boat docked at Rome's harbor and he smelled the smoke, the panic and the miasma, the pride shrivelled back into nothing. What was he going to do here? How was he going to help? The only way he knew how - following orders.

The nature of the new sickness of the Romans was surprising, and even Auxilio could not help but be afraid. The dead walking, growling and eating flesh was the most unnatural thing he could imagine. And so, as the others did, he fled to the Palatine Hill, as they were told. And now, Auxilio found himself within the ranks of the remaining Romans, in the very center of this city of wonder, which had turned out to be a city of death and decay.

A whistle rang in Auxilio's ear. He turned to face where the sound came from, it was one of the few military veterans among them, a natural leader in these times of strife. The horse at Auxilio's side, a young mare, tall and elegant with a black hide, found the noise alarming and was obviously stressed. Auxilio put a hand on her forehead and shushed carefully, soothing her. Most people hadn't even questioned the fact that Auxilio brought a horse with him to the bastion during the escape, probably because of the color of his skin and the curls of his hair. The Mauri and their steeds belonged together, everyone knew that. And if Auxilio was to be of use against the undead, he better have his horse.

Imperium Mortuorum: A Zombie Apocalypse RP in Ancient Rome

Auxilio Mauritanius

Auxilio Mauritanius

Description:
Auxilio is of Mauri descent, and as such is of a darker complexion. His body is lean, but hardy. He stands at a height a bit below the average Roman, as is usually the case for men from his homeland. His face remains young, but stern and hardened from his solitary years as a scout on horseback. His brow is slim and round, his nose long, straight and wide at the bridge. He has brown eyes, perhaps a bit lighter hued than one would expect. His hair is black and curly, trimmed quite short. Auxilio also wears a beard, trying to command respect from his Roman peers, longer than his hair and well groomed, loose curls running halfway down his neck. Around his shoulders, Auxilio usually wears a rugged snake hide as a sort of scarf.

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Social Class: Plebian

Nationality: Mauri (Mauritania Tangitana, within the Roman Empire)

Personality:
Through most of his life, Auxilio has been expected to be silent and stay in the background, either as a slave, a stablehand or a scout. As such, he is introverted and has no natural inclinations for comedy or drama. He is solitary and self-sufficient, not needing much social interaction to be content. His has a serious and competent air about him, which leads to most people being inclined to trust him. However, he is terrible at making friends with his peers. In contrast, he quickly makes friends with most domestic animals he encounters. There is nothing Auxilio loves more than a good, hearty meal or a warm bath (as of yet). Auxilio does not like most arts, such as music or drama. The sciences are mysterious and too overly complicated for his liking and talk about such things mostly leaves him frustrated.

(Not so) Brief Backstory:

Backstory

Auxilio was born in a barbarian tribe to the south of Volubilis, named “Aksil” in the Mauri language. His father was a hunter and raider on horseback, as most of the other tribesmen were. His tribe would not bend their knee the the Romans, who had long since established client states reigning over the land that the tribe called home, and they were aggressive towards the Romans and even raided their settlements from time to time. This resulted in a Roman attack, which swiftly killed off every man of the tribe and burned their homes to dust. At the time, Aksil was just a small child. The surviving women and children of the tribe were sold as slaves.

Aksil was sold to an Partician estate with holdings covering large inland areas in Africa, a long way eastward of his home. His kind had a reputation as born horse-riders, and so he was trained as a hunter on horseback, intended to supply wild game for his masters’ meals and for trade. He remained a slave through the rest of his childhood and much of his adolescence.

At the age of 13 he was still a slave, nameless to his masters and known as Aksil to his peers. By now, he was a decent hunter, but what he excelled at was the art of horse-riding. He had grown tired of the life as a slave, and one day, while out on a hunting trip with a small hunting party, he simply rode off into the night. He rode towards the only other place in the world he knew, his homeland. And that is how he reached the city of Volubilis. When he reached the city, Aksil didn’t really know where to go. What he did know, was that he had ridden his horse too long and too hard, and so he went to the city stables and asked them to take in his horse. The stablemaster agreed to take the horse in, but Aksil had to work for them to earn the keep of his horse. As time passed, he and his horse didn’t leave the stables, and over time he was taken in, the stablemaster Phebius becoming a sort of father to him. This was when Aksil was given his Latin name Auxilio.

Growing into his adult years, Auxilio worked as a stablehand for Phebius. Because of his remarkable talents on horseback, he was often tasked with breaking and training troublesome horses. In his later teens, Auxilio was noticed by Roman soldiers passing through Volubilis for his equestrian abilities. At first, he was asked to deliver some written messages or retrieve important goods on rare occasions for generals and officials. Doing so with remarkable speed and without any failures, Auxilio was at last employed as a scout for the imperial border guard. As such, Auxilio truly entered the ranks of the Plebians and started earning himself a decent living. As a scout, he was tasked with keeping watch outside the Roman borders to the south, roaming over much of the lands he lived off as a child. Auxilio learned to live off the land for weeks at a time, never succumbing to hunger, thirst or injury.

Equipment:
First and foremost, Auxilio is almost always seen on horseback or with a horse, unless he is in a city. The snake hide he wears around his neck is not just for show; it is so leathery and tough that it can be used as a rope or binding if needed. He carries a pouch with a shortspear, a shortbow and a dozen arrows. Most of the time the pouch is also filled with an assortment of herbs, edible plants and nuts which he has foraged and dried in the sun. His longspear is kept strapped to the harness of his horse. And, most importantly, ha carries a fine cloth dyed in the Roman red and the roman insignia in a golden yellow. This is his proof for being a citizen of the Roman Empire, in case he would ever be taken captive or led astray.

Skills:
- Basic combat skills with bow and arrow, shortspear and longspear. Primarily on horseback, as light cavalry. Significantly below the level of a trained soldier.
- Expert wilderness survival
- Expert horse-riding
- Adept animal care
- Physically well-trained and resilient

Lost World: Antarctica

Nuka Olesen

Nuka Olesen

Gender: Male
Age: 33
Nationality: Greenlandic

Appearance:
Nuka is of mostly Greenlandic Inuit heritage (Kalaallisut). As such, he of course has most of the usual traits - black, straight hair, wide cheekbones and brown, almost black eyes. His skin has a relatively light, golden hue. At several points, Nuka's ancestry also contains some Danish and Norwegian influences, and these traces are surprisingly strong within Nuka. He is a tall man, at 186 cm, and his chin is more prominent and square than most of his peers among the Inuits. His face has plenty of facial hair growing, more than most of his kind, but he tries to shave it off as cleanly as he can. Still, one can see a 5 o'clock shadow most of the time. He is near-sighted, and so also wears a pair of glasses, which have round, black frames. Nuka is not only tall, but also large-bodied. Not necessarily chubby. When it comes to clothes, his homeland's inhospitable climate has taught him to mostly wear thick, woolen fabrics and resilient boots and jackets. When outside, he almost always wears a grey fur trapper hat which he has had most of his adult life.

Personality:
Nuka is a modest man, mostly content with what he has. He is fairly sociable and goes well with almost anyone. He doesn't really have many strong opinions, and if he did he probably wouldn't bother voicing them. This can sometimes come at a cost, as he might not even tell people if he knows what they think is factually wrong. When he works in teams, they might collectively make mistakes that Nuka himself could easily have prevented. He is quite a humorous man, specializing in dad-jokes that even his elders cringe and twist their faces at. Unbeknownst to most, Nuka is actually quite brave and fearless, although not foolhardy. If something needs to be done, he will often be willing to do it.

Skills:
- PhD in Meteorology, and as such comprehensive knowledge about the climate and weather, especially in arctic environments.
- Bachelor's degree in Inuit cultural studies.
- Physical resilience, specially to cold and wet weather.
- Fishing, both with spears, nets and rods.
- Proficient with fire-arms, as polar bears are a very real threat in Greenland.

Personal Belongings:
- Grey fur trapper hat
- Large, water-resistant backpack
- Small, water-resistant notebook and two pens
- Digital meteorology equipment (thermometer, barometer, hygrometer, anemometer)
- Large bottle of Gammel Dansk liquor
- Double-barrelled shotgun with two packets of ammunition

Background:
Nuka was born in Nuuk, Greenland, on January 6th, 1990. Both his parents were Greenlandic Inuits, although both with Nordic roots, especially his mother. During his upbringing, Nuka was taught the traditions and values of native Greenlanders. He especially fell in love with fishing at an early age. His father had a small boat that they would take fishing any chance they could. As he grew older, Nuka wanted to support his people in a country that was essentially still a colony, and so he started studying Inuit culture early in his adulthood. During his life as a student though, Nuka had his eyes opened to global warming, caused by human greed and threatening his home. So after completing his Bachelor's degree, he started studying meteorology. This ignited a burning passion in him, which pushed him on through a Master's degree and into a doctorate. He now works for the Danish Meteorology Institute most of his time, but also works part-time as a researcher for the World Meteorological Organization.

Lost World: Antarctica

Here you go, hope everything is up to your standards :)

Nuka Olesen

Nuka Olesen

Gender: Male
Age: 33
Nationality: Greenlandic

Appearance:
Nuka is of mostly Greenlandic Inuit heritage (Kalaallisut). As such, he of course has most of the usual traits - black, straight hair, wide cheekbones and brown, almost black eyes. His skin has a relatively light, golden hue. At several points, Nuka's ancestry also contains some Danish and Norwegian influences, and these traces are surprisingly strong within Nuka. He is a tall man, at 186 cm, and his chin is more prominent and square than most of his peers among the Inuits. His face has plenty of facial hair growing, more than most of his kind, but he tries to shave it off as cleanly as he can. Still, one can see a 5 o'clock shadow most of the time. He is near-sighted, and so also wears a pair of glasses, which have round, black frames. Nuka is not only tall, but also large-bodied. Not necessarily chubby. When it comes to clothes, his homeland's inhospitable climate has taught him to mostly wear thick, woolen fabrics and resilient boots and jackets. When outside, he almost always wears a grey fur trapper hat which he has had most of his adult life.

Personality:
Nuka is a modest man, mostly content with what he has. He is fairly sociable and goes well with almost anyone. He doesn't really have many strong opinions, and if he did he probably wouldn't bother voicing them. This can sometimes come at a cost, as he might not even tell people if he knows what they think is factually wrong. When he works in teams, they might collectively make mistakes that Nuka himself could easily have prevented. He is quite a humorous man, specializing in dad-jokes that even his elders cringe and twist their faces at. Unbeknownst to most, Nuka is actually quite brave and fearless, although not foolhardy. If something needs to be done, he will often be willing to do it.

Skills:
- PhD in Meteorology, and as such comprehensive knowledge about the climate and weather, especially in arctic environments.
- Bachelor's degree in Inuit cultural studies.
- Physical resilience, specially to cold and wet weather.
- Fishing, both with spears, nets and rods.
- Proficient with fire-arms, as polar bears are a very real threat in Greenland.

Personal Belongings:
- Grey fur trapper hat
- Large, water-resistant backpack
- Small, water-resistant notebook and two pens
- Large bottle of Gammel Dansk liquor
- Double-barrelled shotgun with two packets of ammunition

Background:
Nuka was born in Nuuk, Greenland, on January 6th, 1990. Both his parents were Greenlandic Inuits, although both with Nordic roots, especially his mother. During his upbringing, Nuka was taught the traditions and values of native Greenlanders. He especially fell in love with fishing at an early age. His father had a small boat that they would take fishing any chance they could. As he grew older, Nuka wanted to support his people in a country that was essentially still a colony, and so he started studying Inuit culture early in his adulthood. During his life as a student though, Nuka had his eyes opened to global warming, caused by human greed and threatening his home. So after completing his Bachelor's degree, he started studying meteorology. This ignited a burning passion in him, which pushed him on through a Master's degree and into a doctorate. He now works for the Danish Meteorology Institute most of his time, but also works part-time as a researcher for the World Meteorological Organization.

Lost World: Antarctica

I'm interested as well, if you'll have me :)

Imperium Mortuorum: A Zombie Apocalypse RP in Ancient Rome

Hi, pretty cool setting you got here :) This is the character I'd like to play, hope there aren't any major inconsistencies or factual errors!

Auxilio Mauritanius

Auxilio Mauritanius

Description:
Auxilio is of Mauri descent, and as such is of a darker complexion. His body is lean, but hardy. He stands at a height a bit below the average Roman, as is usually the case for men from his homeland. His face remains young, but stern and hardened from his solitary years as a scout on horseback. His brow is slim and round, his nose long, straight and wide at the bridge. He has brown eyes, perhaps a bit lighter hued than one would expect. His hair is black and curly, trimmed quite short. Auxilio also wears a beard, trying to command respect from his Roman peers, longer than his hair and well groomed, loose curls running halfway down his neck. Around his shoulders, Auxilio usually wears a rugged snake hide as a sort of scarf.

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Social Class: Plebian

Nationality: Mauri (Mauritania Tangitana, within the Roman Empire)

Personality:
Through most of his life, Auxilio has been expected to be silent and stay in the background, either as a slave, a stablehand or a scout. As such, he is introverted and has no natural inclinations for comedy or drama. He is solitary and self-sufficient, not needing much social interaction to be content. His has a serious and competent air about him, which leads to most people being inclined to trust him. However, he is terrible at making friends with his peers. In contrast, he quickly makes friends with most domestic animals he encounters. There is nothing Auxilio loves more than a good, hearty meal or a warm bath (as of yet). Auxilio does not like most arts, such as music or drama. The sciences are mysterious and too overly complicated for his liking and talk about such things mostly leaves him frustrated.

(Not so) Brief Backstory:

Backstory

Auxilio was born in a barbarian tribe to the south of Volubilis, named “Aksil” in the Mauri language. His father was a hunter and raider on horseback, as most of the other tribesmen were. His tribe would not bend their knee the the Romans, who had long since established client states reigning over the land that the tribe called home, and they were aggressive towards the Romans and even raided their settlements from time to time. This resulted in a Roman attack, which swiftly killed off every man of the tribe and burned their homes to dust. At the time, Aksil was just a small child. The surviving women and children of the tribe were sold as slaves.

Aksil was sold to an Partician estate with holdings covering large inland areas in Africa, a long way eastward of his home. His kind had a reputation as born horse-riders, and so he was trained as a hunter on horseback, intended to supply wild game for his masters’ meals and for trade. He remained a slave through the rest of his childhood and much of his adolescence.

At the age of 13 he was still a slave, nameless to his masters and known as Aksil to his peers. By now, he was a decent hunter, but what he excelled at was the art of horse-riding. He had grown tired of the life as a slave, and one day, while out on a hunting trip with a small hunting party, he simply rode off into the night. He rode towards the only other place in the world he knew, his homeland. And that is how he reached the city of Volubilis. When he reached the city, Aksil didn’t really know where to go. What he did know, was that he had ridden his horse too long and too hard, and so he went to the city stables and asked them to take in his horse. The stablemaster agreed to take the horse in, but Aksil had to work for them to earn the keep of his horse. As time passed, he and his horse didn’t leave the stables, and over time he was taken in, the stablemaster Phebius becoming a sort of father to him. This was when Aksil was given his Latin name Auxilio.

Growing into his adult years, Auxilio worked as a stablehand for Phebius. Because of his remarkable talents on horseback, he was often tasked with breaking and training troublesome horses. In his later teens, Auxilio was noticed by Roman soldiers passing through Volubilis for his equestrian abilities. At first, he was asked to deliver some written messages or retrieve important goods on rare occasions for generals and officials. Doing so with remarkable speed and without any failures, Auxilio was at last employed as a scout for the imperial border guard. As such, Auxilio truly entered the ranks of the Plebians and started earning himself a decent living. As a scout, he was tasked with keeping watch outside the Roman borders to the south, roaming over much of the lands he lived off as a child. Auxilio learned to live off the land for weeks at a time, never succumbing to hunger, thirst or injury.

Equipment:
First and foremost, Auxilio is almost always seen on horseback or with a horse, unless he is in a city. The snake hide he wears around his neck is not just for show; it is so leathery and tough that it can be used as a rope or binding if needed. He carries a pouch with a shortspear, a shortbow and a dozen arrows. Most of the time the pouch is also filled with an assortment of herbs, edible plants and nuts which he has foraged and dried in the sun. His longspear is kept strapped to the harness of his horse. And, most importantly, ha carries a fine cloth dyed in the Roman red and the roman insignia in a golden yellow. This is his proof for being a citizen of the Roman Empire, in case he would ever be taken captive or led astray.

Skills:
- Basic combat skills with bow and arrow, shortspear and longspear. Primarily on horseback, as light cavalry. Significantly below the level of a trained soldier.
- Expert wilderness survival
- Expert horse-riding
- Adept animal care
- Physically well-trained and resilient

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