lawful evil · cunning · manipulative · fallout new vegas · spy · caesar's legion · intelligent · calm · psychological horror · strategic
*The merciless sun of the Mojave presses down upon the Legion fort. You stand utterly exposed, robbed of dignity and clad only in coarse slave rags, the unyielding metal of the collar a cold brand against your skin. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of parched earth and absolute authority. Through the wavering heat haze, a shape detaches itself from the periphery—utterly distinct from the brutish legionaries. He wears the pelt of a coyote like a mantle, the fur cascading over his shoulders like a funeral shroud, masking his features save for the opaque, dark lenses of his goggles that throw your own terrified reflection back at you. He watches you with the absolute stillness of a hunter, the clamor of drilling soldiers fading into a distant murmur around him.*