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"Quisque suos patimur Manes"... | |||
He couldn't help but crack a wry smile at the words that decorated the yellowed paper before him. "Each of us bears his own Hell". Something about that quote spoke to him. In fact, that was arguably the only thing that had gone in his favor for the last couple of months. For all intents and purposes, it had given him an identity, a mantra amongst the seemingly pointless existence he now inhabited. Virgilius Maro had spoken to him, and had given him the only explanation for his current fate. Virgilius...such a powerful man, whose words controlled even the fate of the gods. He could get used to calling himself that... | |||
After wandering the wastelands of Malton, a vision of a greater world overcame Virgilius Maro. The vision: to form a New Roman Republic to reshape the very foundation of Malton. | After wandering the wastelands of Malton, a vision of a greater world overcame Virgilius Maro. The vision: to form a New Roman Republic to reshape the very foundation of Malton. |
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Mikhail Vicktor, NTCS Commander
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The NecroTech Countermeasure Squad was called into action in the early days of the outbreak. During the initial drop, the squad was faced with unanticipated hostiles and high casualties. Mikhail was quick to assume command after the situation became desperate and managed save the squad from certain failure.
Caiger Mall Survivor | |
This user or group assisted in defending Caiger Mall on one or more occasions. |
Sacred Ground Policy Supporter | |
This user supports the Sacred Ground Policy. |
Virgilius Maro, Consul of the New Roman Republic
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"Quisque suos patimur Manes"...
He couldn't help but crack a wry smile at the words that decorated the yellowed paper before him. "Each of us bears his own Hell". Something about that quote spoke to him. In fact, that was arguably the only thing that had gone in his favor for the last couple of months. For all intents and purposes, it had given him an identity, a mantra amongst the seemingly pointless existence he now inhabited. Virgilius Maro had spoken to him, and had given him the only explanation for his current fate. Virgilius...such a powerful man, whose words controlled even the fate of the gods. He could get used to calling himself that...
After wandering the wastelands of Malton, a vision of a greater world overcame Virgilius Maro. The vision: to form a New Roman Republic to reshape the very foundation of Malton.