Marcus Bobius Secundus

First born son of Marcus Bobius. Practitioner of Stoicism. He is the agent of stability and control. The tide of battle ebbs and flows to his commands. In times of war it is the men who do not break under pressure that rise and defy the odds. The men under Marcus know this. Pursuing virtue over material has achieved unmatched professionalism and merit in this Centurion. The assembly of formations and doctrines within his mind has, like Minerva from Jupiter, birthed in our midst the finest cadre of troops and auxiliaries needed to lead a mission to success. Divine calm and stoic charm earned his troops the moniker Bob's Unbreakable.

Ever since the events in the forests of Gaul Marcus has been unhinged. Something serene replaced the balance in his mind between being wound too tight or hanging too loose. A gravitas and gravity that drew people in distinguished him from a typical soldier. He had been separated from his comrades during a campaign to Northern Gaul. When they found him weeks later stained in blood and breathing like an animal surrounded by enemy and allied dead he was a changed man.

A tribe hostile to the tribes that Rome was fighting took him in; offered him knowledge, and warriors to take back to his general that they might help wipe out their mutual enemy. They sacrificed before they left for good luck. On route they were ambushed by superior numbers but the tribal allied warriors took to a a circle to cover their backs. At the behest of Marcus they fought until they were literally dead on their feet with several times their number nourishing the soil with flesh and blood.

Decorated in the torqs of defeated warriors and a prize trophy of a skull shaped helmet his comrades at last found him having heard the battle on the wind. He returned in tow with the remaining warriors and valuable knowledge of the hostile tribe's position to earn his promotion and the honor of an Armilla. The helmet was reworked to sport the centurion plumage and the torqs were sold to pay for his new gear. Even now he wears the skeletal helmet and his presence resonates that unnatural calm all the more keenly in places where he turns his gaze.