Mark Antony Felix - Caitiff

Marcus Antonius Felix ( Mark Anthony Felix ) born Sparta Greece in 20ad taken by the a roman family to live on the outskirts of Rome after his family were killed by a raiding party. Brought up as a member of the legionnaires family and as a son. at the age of 6 he was entered in to the legions as a trainee. Enrolled as trainee to Legio X Equestris he served with honour and was promoted to Originating as the commander of the Praetorian Guard, the office gradually acquired extensive legal and administrative functions, with its holders becoming the Emperor's chief aides.
Due to an uprising from the native around the border town of Bravonium he was despatched with a phalanx of the legion Felix to deal and restore order, upon arriving in Londinuim he found that the phalanx was insufficient and so co-opted the XIX Legion to attend with him. Moving quickly and methodically he put down the rebellion at its heart (usually by stabbing his opposition through there's) in 55AD whilst returning from a patrol to speak with the local sheep huggers he was set upon by what he perceived as Hades riding a gift from Poseidon whilst Zeus shot bolts of lightning at the trees about him, slaughtering his comrades at arms.
knowing he was about to die he waited to be struck down, realising that a mere mortal cannot destroy a god only irritate him (would you want to irritate a god?!?) he decided to wait and draw his gladiolus, upon being thrown from his horse with his travel cloak about his head he listened and struck. feeling his blade strike home he pushed with all his might before a bolt from Zeus knocked him senseless.
Sometime later the skies had cleared he awoke with a sensation of hunger and with no horse in sight he headed back to the village that he previously visited again it was as if time had stopped as when he next looked all the villagers were dead killed by what looked like some animal attack. wondering what had happened he moved to the well to wash his face and it was at this point he realised that there was blood all over his face, disgusted by the blood by looking in the water pooled in the bucket he thought what kind of monster was he.
Washing himself down and finding an old nag of a horse he found a saddle and mounted it feeling somewhat queasy he rode in the direction of home, only to see smoke upon the horizon. fearing all had been lost he urged the nag on. arriving at Bravonium he entered a scene of utter devastation with building ablaze and legionnaires fighting where they stood. he charged down the chief gladiolus in one hand and a the smiths hammer that he had retrieved in the other.
seeing him charging towards him the marauder threw a spear at Markus, seeing it coming Markus swung his gladiolus knocking it out of the way.
Dismounting the horse by rolling backwards off it, landing on his feet he faced the chief gladiolus and hammer to hand the chief burst out laughing at this insignificant roman on his own. this was the last sound he made as he was smashed in the groin by the hammer and then beheaded by the gladiolus. unfortunately Markus did not see the arrows that struck him in the spine nor did he feel the sword going through the heart.
Dying a hero of Rome commander of the Praetorian Guard Markus Antonius Felix was laid to rest in the grounds of the city of Magnis this was sometime later demolished and a abbey was built, this was demolished during the reformation and the ground was returned to farming.


((What really happened: Leading his patrol home, they were attacked by a gangrel rising from the ground mounted on it's ghouled steed (Shared Entombment (Animalism 1, Protean 3). Markus put up a fight and was embraced for his resilience and willpower. His sire in keeping with his clans traditions abandoned his childer to the wilds to return later on. this return never happened. Markus knows nothing of his sire or clan.

He awoke in a frenzy, killing those he came in contact with before coming to his senses. He's violently beaten into torpor and buried effectively alive (although unconscious). His burial site was then consecrated ground. This forced his form to remain in torpor for the next 1800 years or more. Although ancient beyond most kindred of modern nights, he has spent a mere 200 years amongst the living. ))