Servius Cloelius

"Do not worry, they say it's darkest just before the dawn."

Description:

Apparent Age: 22
Date of Birth: 241 CE
R.I.P: 268 CE
Sire: Sia
Clan: Mekhet
Bloodline: Khaibit
Wing: The Senex
Patron God: Typhon-Set
Havens: Fane of Darkness, The Workshop, The Green Amphora
Favourite Charioteering Team: Red
Items: Armour, Obsidian Knives

Character Sheet

Loose long black hair frames a ghostly face whilst the shadow of stubble plays along his jaw and around the smirk of a smile. Steel eyes rimmed with kohl record every detail with a cool calculation separating the real and the imaginary. Tall, broad of shoulder and thin hipped; he floats with casual grace from darkened city street to street. Dark clothes hang loose around him and his corpse, decorated with paint and jewelery cuts a handsome figure of a good Roman waylaid by the trappings of foreign gods.

Bio:

So you want to hear something about me? I don’t know what you would find interesting. Well my father was famous. Ever heard of Martial Cloelius? No? Bit before your time perhaps. Well he was a soldier through and through. A real prick sent straight from Dis to make our lives hell. My mother, the gods bless her, was a haunted thing. She was too beautiful for this world and she saw more than anyone should. But I didn’t really understand that until much later.

Of course I became a soldier too. Not a very good one. Not as good as my brother, but that’s ok he was a good man. Discipline was somewhat of an issue. I mean don’t get me wrong, I believe in Rome and I believe the cause to be just, but there is just so much bullshit. If it wasn’t for my father’s reputation then it might have gone worse for me. As it was I ended up in Egypt. “You’re being sent to the crack in Vulcan’s ass” my commanding officer told me with glee. To tell you the truth though it is a beautiful land.

I fell in with an unusual crowd. A different type of people. I know I look strange now with the jewelry, clothes and hair but believe me when I tell you it is a lot toned back from how I used to look. Those were long years in Egypt. Of course I left the legion. I met people the likes of which you wouldn’t believe. Dark times. I learned a lot about myself and humanity and duty in those black years. I can’t tell you much more about that without getting us in both a lot of trouble but I can say that I see the world a lot differently now; like how my mother used to see things. There is a whole different world underneath this one.

So anyway I left Egypt. I took the long way around. I wanted to get back in touch with humanity. Now I am back in Rome. Let me tell you, nothing compares to this place – its special. Worth fighting for don’t you think. Take yourself for example – perfect alabaster skin and cherry red lips. A man could drown in those brown eyes. No don’t look away embarrassed. Look at me…you are beautiful. Come, I have been away from Rome far too long and I need you to show me around.

Servius’s Correspondence

Servius Cloelius

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