Face to Faceless [NoM/Private]

It was his grace that he, the once gladiator, had returned, his black charcoal painted upon his lips. How rather pale he was, upon this brand new dawn. Angelus swung on his red coat and begun to walk, whilst facing the rising sun before him. It was his gorgeous jewelry he brought with him, and earrings that dangled upon each step and stride of his he made. Last he strode onto these streets, he was but a mere gladiator pursuing enough money for a proper diet. Angelus had come far, but his desires drove him only farther, and his ego did not let him quit trying to realize his dream to be an Emperor, the ruler of the west. It did not matter to him who he had to fight, or oppose, but he was dedicated to his dream.

No, rather, a far better way to put his longing for his dream, was that he was truth be told, engulfed by the fantastical romance of the great endpoint. Angelus was ever so lustful to be more. It was his fate to rule. Vigor flew along his bloodstream. However, on the outside, the diverse but proud Reim nationalist had a face of one that is dead, a cold dark visage. It was to the heroic and famed Fanalis Corps he went, a division of the military of Reim Republic which were led by Octavius, the lead voice of the Republic. Urging help from Angelus, the rising star of the great nation, the Fanalis Corps once more needed a hand to protect and stabilize Reim. Angelus was happy to oblige.

Angelus: "Octavius.."

It stood tall, the Fanalis Corps base. Angelus had come to the base, but upon a hill he sat now, munching on but a mere apple. It was now to meet who had called on the name of Angelus Spinam. In the light wind, his pure white hair billowed behind him whilst he had rose up from where he sat to now walk down the hill. Nothing had been left of his bright red apple he had chowed down upon, just like how what was to be left of this military division when he was done. If he could have the public trust the Legion more than the Fanalis Corps, he could begin to hurt the undeniable leader of this Republic, Octavius. It was his dead gaze that now lied fixated unto the gates of the base, locking eyes with the Fanalis guards. It did not take quite long for the guards to come to notice who Angelus was and then permit him to join the patrol group that was trying to capture a suspect that had resisted capture before.

It may be that the suspect could be a terrorist responsible for the recent strikes on innocent of Reim, but Angelus and co had to capture the said person to truly know whether or not that they were the culprit. In just mere minutes, he were to find himself surrounded by Fanalis, that of the Corps who had pleaded to Angelus for help. It seemed that the men he was to help were quite capable patrol, seeming to be of great physiques. However, obviously, to do one's job you had to have far more than brawns. Angelus was the man who was blessed with an ingenious mind, one that has led him to victory more than once now. It was now for Angelus to meet and greet he men. It was a lucky day for them that the soldier had just happened to come to the capital today to submit a proposed bill.

Unfurled his long coat he did, whilst he met eye to eye with the men. Angelus' stoic visage sat like a black egg. A rather built man came up to the white haired soldier and was to give a light bow, thanking him that he had joined to try and capture whoever was behind the recent murders. Just before the men set out to the location where the suspect is said to be, the captain of this here group was to inform the dead eyed reaper where they were to travel to for this capture request of this particular suspect. It had seemed to be that the accused was a rather violent former gladiator who has been known to tear their foes apart without hesitation nor mercy. It was within the slums of the city on a particular street that they had been told the blood thirsty person calls home, and does business, to say the least.

Angelus had to be careful with the dark slums. If this was the capital, then the slums here must be worse than everywhere else within Reim. In the rear of the crimson haired men group of Fanalis origins, he just were to trail behind, silently and eerily. Angelus could not help but detest the identity of the Fanalis, which claimed a fervent fealty to not Reim before the Fanalis, but the Fanalis before the holy state of Reim which had now freed them from the binds of slavery. It was vile that the Fanalis did this. One day, he vowed to unite every person under one identity: the Reiman people.

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