EQU Q. FABIVS DORSO

[Quintus Fabius Dorso]

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THE WRITER
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NAME/ALIAS: Mac
AGE: Legal all over the place.
EXPERIENCE: A long time.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Lucius Glavius
CONTACT: PM

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THE CHARACTER
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NAME: Quintus Fabius Dorso
DATE OF BIRTH: 12th of October 35 AD, aged 23
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

CITIZENSHIP: Cives Romani, Nobilitas, Eques Plebeianus

OCCUPATION: Optio, V ALAUDAE

LIKES:
- Working
- Horses
- Horse racing
- Britannia
- Good weather
DISLIKES::
- Mud
- Idle hands
- Britannia
- Social engagements
- Intimacy
FEARS:
- Affection/Love
- Failure
- Being alone
ASPIRATIONS:
- Marriage
- Carry on his blood
- Returning to the campaign

GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Quintus is a quiet man, Solemn, serious and a touch on the broody side. He’s always been the grave sort of lad, having grown up under a hard hand and you won’t often catch him smiling or laughing unless there’s a good reason for it. He’s by no means morose though, usually cheerful and finding the good in most things. As a career soldier he’s cleaned up, meticulous and hard working. He’s a soldier of Rome, he takes pride in his work and he’s good at it. He doesn’t like sitting still or being idle and he hates even the very idea of social functions, as they entail a lot of mingling, socializing and sitting still. None of which he’s particularly good at.

Simply put, just about all of Quintus’ life was spent on the battlefield, it’s stunted his social growth a fair bit and he can be harsh and commanding at times, expecting things to go his way and if they don’t he’ll be in a shit mood for a while. He doesn’t like backtalk or dissension, as he understands his trade. Surprisingly though, for a soldier of the legions he’s not particularly fond of confrontation. He’s good with the ones that involve a lot of growling, sloughing through mud and cutting into things with sharp pointy things while growling in a manly and violent fashion. Any other sort of confrontation he’d rather avoid at all costs, including but not limited to: fist fights, arguments, punishments and drama. That’s not to say he’s a doormat, quite the contrary, but he simply doesn’t like these things… they’re a necessary evil but if he can avoid it, he just as well might. He’s seen quite enough fighting to last him a life time.

Having spent the last decade on the campaign in Britannia, he feels rather estranged from the city of Rome. While it is home, and it should feel as home, he can’t help but miss the familiarity of the front lines. It’s not something he’ll speak of, but he doesn’t at all feel comfortable in the city and as much as he loathes the rainy, crappy slab of land that Britannia is, and as much as he doesn’t understand what the emperor wants with it, he kind of misses it at the same time. It is, after all, the place he grew up in and he has a particular love-hate relationship with it, as well as with the mud he’s become so well acquainted with.

Quiet as though he may be, Quintus isn’t stupid, though he may look and act like a grunt most of the time, he has a keen and sharp mind, good for tactical thinking and numbers and he’s picked up enough of the foreign tongues spoken by the barbarians to make himself understood. He’s not quick to speak but when he speaks his words are well thought out and carefully chosen, he’ll rarely speak out of turn and he’s polite and respectful to a fault. He’s fairly easy to get along with if you don’t mind the lack of chatter, because he’s not the type to offend anyone for any particular reason.

Despite the fact that he’s borderline awkward in most social situations, simply not being very good at them, Quintus hates being alone with somewhat of a vengeance. It is one of his best kept secrets. Quintus doesn’t like showing weakness, or much of any sign of being a normal human being, thanks to his upbringing. He isn’t cocky or snobbish, it’s just something the general public doesn’t need to know about, though it can make him come across as very arrogant.

It supposedly runs in the family, but Quintus adores horses and horse racing, and he’s wont to be at the chariot races a lot. As a little boy he had a dream of being in the races himself and bringing him the victory, but life had other plans for him. He doesn’t mourn it, though he still greatly enjoys speaking about the horses and the training of the horses with the people who are involved in the races, he mostly spends his time betting on the races. He’s quite good at it too, usually making some extra money rather than losing it, unless something dramatic happens.

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APPEARANCE
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CELEBRITY CLAIM: Matt Bomer
HAIR: Dark brown
EYES: Blue
BUILD: Medium
HEIGHT: 5’8
STYLE OF DRESS: Occasion appropriate (usually).

GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Quintus is a young man of medium build. He doesn't look like a gladiator, but most certainly isn't scrawny either, he’s spend most of his years on the field of battle, so he’s got long wiry muscles that carry more strength and punch than one might think at first glance. He has brown hair that always falls in front of his blue eyes and his skin is incredibly pale and light from the Britannian climate he has been enduring. He has strong, muscular legs from riding and his hands are rough and hard, with crooked fingers of being broken repeatedly. His left arm is marginally less muscular than the other, though it’s not really noticeable, he suffered a break that didn’t mend quite right, making the arm definitely weaker, though he’s never let on or let it slow him down.

His body is littered with scars, from simple things to actual grave injuries, he’s suffered through it all, but it looks rather dramatic as he scars easily. Ironically most of the noticeable scars he’s obtained sparring, and he hates it. He also hates talking about them. His nose is a touch crooked with a scar over the bridge of being broken. There’s a cap in his right eyebrow, a whopper of a gnarly scar on his left shoulder, usually just out of sight and covered by cloth.

He isn't a giant, standing at 5'8" of height, but he’s taller than average and it gives him an edge of confidence. That and the fact that he’d killed enough people to either drive him crazy or assure him he’s worth his beans. Thankfully he’s leaning towards the latter. Generally he can be seen wearing clothes fit for the occasion at hand... Generally. He has been out of the loop a while of fashion and what’s expected of people, and he’s a soldier! A simple soul who doesn’t need much in the way of extravaganza, so he doesn’t have much in the way of fine or fancy garments.
As a result, the fact that he’s noble doesn’t show a whole heap, though the way he carries himself is a giveaway, he’s got a certain poise bred into him, part soldiering, part noble upbringing.

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FAMILY & HISTORY
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PARENTS:
--Father – Quintus Fabius Dorso, 39, Deceased
--Mother – Antonina Dorso, 42, Alive
SIBLINGS: N/A
SPOUSE(S): N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
OTHER RELATIONS:
Slave, Morien

BIOGRAPHY:
Quintus was born in a simple family. They weren’t particularly wealthy but by family tree they belonged to the nobility of Rome. The birth of Quintus didn’t go entirely without complications though and after granted her husband a son, Antonina remained barren for the rest of her life. Her husband was, naturally, not pleased with this but there was little he could do about it.

He grew up, wanting for little, except maybe his father’s affections and a sibling or two. Being the only born child you’d think Quintus would dote on his son, but he didn’t. He was a harsh man, one of few words but commanding actions and Quintus Junior learned early on to be a serious and hardworking lad. There was no being idle when his father was around, there was no crying, no whining, no arguing, no playing, no laughing, in fact you’d be best of not breathing too loudly either. You were either perfect or you were in trouble, and his father ruled with his household with an iron fist.

While Quintus was a quiet, and docile child from the start, he was still a child. One day he was caught tagging walls and his father smacked him back to the house, which wasn’t exactly near. The beating he took left him with a broken arm and a pile of chores to do and very little mercy for the pain he’s sustained. It was the first and last time Quintus ever did something he knew for a fact was wrong. Not long after that incident, that ingrained a respect for rules and regulations into the young Quintus, his father left for the war front, leaving Quintus and his mother behind. Despite the fact that the man wasn’t exactly winning any awards for good da,d Quintus missed his father dearly, and tried his utmost best to be the good son he was supposed to be. Starting to grow away of the fact that he was an only child and all pressure was on him to do well in life.
Quintus didn’t dream big, he dreamt realistically. When after several years of receiving nothing but random money from his sire, the man returned there wasn’t a big hassle when he was told enlisting was his best option. Become a career soldier like his father and serve in the Legions of Rome to spread the glorious roman race.

Barely more than a boy, Quintus enlisted and at sixteen he left Rome to trade it’s quiet provinces in for the war in the north along with a young man he’d befriended. Barely had he found his stride there when word got out of his father dying in combat elsewhere. Quintus was hit by the loss, but was forced to pull himself together and carry on. After all it wasn’t like there was anything he could have done, and it was the very real risk of joining the campaigns. You could die. Quintus was always very much aware of his own mortality, and remained painfully careful, though no less valiant or brave. He thrived in the military and under command, doing well in combat as well as when discussing strategies. He even learned a few words of the language of the barbarian tribesmen around them, making him increasingly more useful.
He played save but smart and it meant he earned himself some small fame as a mid-level officer. He was a good Optio and he did his job well.

His childhood friend was killed in action shortly after the legion invaded Britannia, taken too young and unjustly. The loss hit harder this time. There were things that could’ve been done differently to save the man, and Quintus was painfully aware of it. He’d seen this man every day for the past years, unlike his father who was a virtual stranger for most of his life. But once again, there was no time to mull over things that couldn’t be changed. It was a crucial time and under pressure Quintus did admirably. The tides did change for the legion with their entry into Britannia, and fortune started coming their way. Within two short years they’d done well for themselves and amassed wealth and slaves as the spoils of war. Quintus’ share of the loot made him relatively wealthy, something his family hadn’t been in a long time and it got him thinking again.

Quintus kept but one slave, for his own personal reasons, he sold all the others, having no purpose for them other than to make a quick buck. He also realized that with his father dead, and he himself on the battle field waiting to die any moment, it was rather imperative that he put some offspring on this world to carry on the name and the blood, the legacy he and his father were creating through the war efforts. As soon as was possible in the ranks, Quintus made his way back to Rome, returning triumphant and a hero, but forlorn and without direction in this very different world.
The cobbles are alien under his feet, and he’s so fresh from the barbaric lands that he still feels out of sorts in the city he’d been calling home for so long without having seen it.

TIMELINE:
35 AD – Birth
42 AD – Broken arm
43 AD – Father to the front, left with mother
49 AD – Father back home, makes him enlist
51 AD – Leaves for war
52 AD – Father KIA
54 AD – Makes Optio
55 AD – BFF KIA
57 AD – Heads to Britannia and gains fortune through spoils of war
59 AD – Return to Rome

OTHER: Nothing! I just hope I got this all right. x__X

[Renius Suetonius Metellus]

Hey Mac,

Everything looks great except for a few small details. On AeRo's timeline, Britain wasn't invaded until 57 AD when Darius sent the legions that way. You could say that Quintus served with V Alaudae before it was reserviced in Britannia, that way he just stayed with the legion through his years. But at this point he'd only have been in Britannia for around 2 years, rather than a decade. So change up some of those small details and everything will be good to go!

[Quintus Fabius Dorso]

Edited!

[Renius Suetonius Metellus]

Looks good! Accepted!

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