Amadeus Aubericus  was born 2260 in a small shack south-east of the New Vegas ruins in a small shack. He was raised by a single parent ; his father. His mother was put into cardiac arrest only 15 minutes after Amadeus' birth, she did not live through it. His father always told storys of the NCR, how they were going to help him survive. But that never happened. We were starved half to death  as we could barely get food on the one and a half plates we had. In 2076 , on june 52nd Amadeus turned 16. His father wanted to celebrate. They left the shack. His father toted an M16, Amadeus had nothing on him, only a knife. The two walked and walked in the scorching heat, "We're almost there, Amadeus. Soon, I shall grant you your gift." Amadeus nodded, the two walked for another five minutes before a large cracking noise echoed in the distance, and soon his father's footsteps were gone.


Amadeus stopped. His heart rate slowing as he turned around. His father was face down in the middle of the road. a giant hole in the side of his head, blood slowly making its way into the cracked and old road. Amadeus stared in disbelief, he began to cry. He ran to his father, He screamed "GOD, DAMMIT!" his scream echoed in the /almost/ empty mojave. As Amadeus shook his father to awake him, he felt a blunt object smack acrossed his head, and he blacked out. He awoke in the dirt, fences surrounding him. His vision was slightly blurred. The sun burned his eyes and he moved to block his eyes. That's when he noticed his hands were tied. "What the fuck.." he tried to speak, but nothing came out but groans. He began to panic and noticed that his toungue is missing. He began to breath deeply, making whining sounds but a deep voice coming from left told him "Shut it."
 He looked over to his left,  and stared at the red and black clad legionaire. The man was wearing full metal suit of armor.   He had a roman style helmet, and what seems to be the top of a broom on the top of the helmet, painted red.  He stomped over, and as he did Amadeus began to writhe away, but the centurion stomped on his shin. Amadeus cried out, tears falling into the dirt. "If you are smart, you shall do as I wish." The centurion would grab Amadeus by the collar, heaving him up so he stands face to face with him. "Escaping this place would mean death. I wont even have time to get to you, as your head would explode the second you leave this gate." Amadeus' pupils dialated extremely as he stared at him in fear. "You have a collar on your neck" the centurion said with pure pride.


He then dropped Amadeus into the dirt, forcing him to turn face down in the dirt. He would bend down, removing his machete from his belt he would slice the ropes that bound the man's hands together. Amadeus would move his hands into the dirt. He would stand up, facing the centurion. He would then pull his fist back, and launch it forward at the centurions face. The centurion would back pedal, tackling the smaller Amadeus, flipping him over and putting him in a choke hold. "That was not smart." The centurion would let go of Amadeus. He lays in the dirt. breathing heavily. His fists clutching in the dirt. The centurion would un ravel a whip, bringing his arm up, and smacking the whip against Amadeus' back. He screams in pain, moaning. The centurion continues, ignoring his pleads as he mercifully whips Amadeus' for 5 minutes non-stop. As the centurion stops, He laughs as Amadeus lays in the dirt, writhing in pain. Days pass, and the man's wounds from the whip begin to scab, and form into scars.

Amadeus would grunt as he heaves the large rucksack upon his back, shaking horribly. He would take a single step forward, breathing very heavily for each step he does. The legionaire that would guard him laughs. "Weakling" he yells out, his machete in hand. Amadeus would heave the large and heavy rucksack up the mountain. Walking down, then retrieving another one. He would do that, and recieve daily beatings and torture for the next 6 years.
Aedius is awoken one night, by the centurion. He would be kicking him fairly hard to awake him. "Awake peasant. As we believe it is your time to be recruited into caesars glorious army." The sentance would bounce in Amadeus' head, before he nods. "Good...." The centurion answers in a low voice. "Stand up." he says once more, he motions for the man to follow him.  They would bring him up the stairs that he usually sees as an obstical on a daily basis. It would be illuminated by torches, leading to the barracks.

The centurion would pull the tent's 'curtains' away, entering it. It would be completely empty. The centurion motions for Amadeus to halt as he would take folded clothing from underneath the bed. He tosses it to Amadeus. "Place it on."