Vespasian

Name
Metellus Publius Vespasian.

Physical Traits
Vespasian is a man of both middling build and age, being 42 years old and slightly bulkier than average. His hair is streaked with grey, and is rapidly receeding, desperately clinging to the sides and rear of his skull. He also possesses a short, well trimmed beard and moustache. His eyes are an unremarkable brown, and are framed by tanned, weathered skin. A long, somewhat pointed nose protudes from his face at a skewed angle, after being broken and clumsily reset numerous times.

His stout, well muscled frame is almost always adorned with a suit of battered yet still functional plate armour, pitted with numerous dents and stratches. A large pavise sheld can often be found slung across his back, and long hafted warhammer is hung at his side. He also carries with him a long bladed cavalry sword, for the rare occasions that he sees any form of mounted combat. A small satchel of caltrops can also usually be found amongst his belongings, as can a somewhat stained and tattered, though still regal looking banner, depicting the crest of the Argent Crusade.

Race and Class
Human Paladin

Guild
Argent Battalion

Occupation
Likes to think of himself as a professional soldier, and someting of a veteran.

Family
Father - Gaius Flavius Vespasian. (Presumed dead at Darrowshire, Metellus has no idea his father was a Scarlet.)

Mother - Julia Maria Vespasian. (Killed at the Battle of Darrowshire)

Sister - Mariana Alania Vespasian. (Missing after the Battle of Darrowshire, presumed dead.)

Brother - Terentius Agrippa Vespasian (Killed at the Battle of Darrowshire)

Brother - Lucius Claudius Vespasian (Killed at the Battle of Darrowshire)

Criminal Record
Clean.

Current Status
On campaign withthe Argent Battalion in Northrend

Background
Under construction...

Personal Notes
Superb defensive fighter, while using a sheild and one handed weapon.

Utterly by the book and somewhat starchy idividual, obeys orders without question, complies with every law/rule to the letter.

Seemingly devoid of a sense of humour - always appears to be in a serious and businesslike frame of mind.

Strict oberserver of military law and discipline, will insist on those of lower ranks adressing him as 'sir' at all times.

Utterly selfless, considers his life to be a mere statistic on a caslalty report.

Pessimistic in the extreme.

A sounds grasp of battlefeild tactics/loigistical protocols.

Utterly subservient to those of higher rank.

Often patronising to civilians/those with less military experience than him.

Extremely harsh when it comes to enforcing discipline / a brutal drillmaster when given the oppotunity.