Lordus

By Lordav

• September 28, 2013




Age: 18-24

Gender: Male

Species: Unicorn

Appearance: A normal pony but wears Roman Armour

Cutie Mark: SHALL NOT BE REVEALED

Personality: Tries to be friendly since have just landed with a recognizance force of 3 legions sent by the Emperor of the Senatus Ponilisque Romanus

Backstory: (1st Person)<br />I used to belong to a noble family which governed the roman town of Asertium. It was my 8th anniversary and we were all gathered in the garden. My father told me he had a surprise for me and told me to go in the house, I didn’t I hid in a bush cause I wanted to see what it was. Then it happened, they came from everywhere like devils, the horde of barbarians came screaming in the city, they entered our garden and started killing the servants and everyone. I was scared and I hid in a hole under the bush. I stood there like a hour when I went out everything was silent. I ran to the table to see where my mom and dad were and then I saw them. There were two wooden poles in the ground, with my parent’s heads on them, looking straight at me, I could never forget that look, I went outside the garden and on the street to call for help, there were bodies everywhere, people were looking for their relatives on the ground.<br /> I wanted to go in the house, but they burned it. I had nothing. I spent 3 months on the streets begging for food and water. Then the army came, a sergeant saw me and asked me where were y parents, I told him and he took me in the army of Rome. I trained as a soldier for 8 years. I was assigned in the 75th Cohort; the commander of the cohort was the same person who took me off the streets. He was like my second father. Once we marched through the forest to help a village that was under attack, we were ambushed, all were massacred, they took 3 of us as prisoners. Each day they sacrificed one of us to their barbaric Gods. I was the last one, my turn was the next day so I knew I had to run. That night I managed to escape, before I ran off I recovered the golden eagle of the cohort, it was the least I could do to honour the spirits of my comrades. I went with it back to Rome where I was promoted to what I am now. Since then I realized that the only friend I had was my sword. Rome had raised me, she trained me, I had to fight for her. I never actually had a social life; the only time I would talk to people it was when I gave them orders.<br /><br /> It feels so weird saying all this. I continued my war career in Ermania for the glory Rome for 6 more years before I was sent on reconnaissance. I have reached this place, a place that has not been touched by war, perfectly isolated from the rest of the world. The only problem is I had never spoken to anyone about stuff.