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Roman is an armourer of Meteora, Varandoy. At the age of 21, he has faced constant betrayals and hardships in his life on Rathnir -- perhaps due to his Devil ancestry -- and yearns for a place and people that can belong to his desire for a home. He belongs to the Domus faith, and strives to carry out the integral values that he has learnt through his experiences and the many people he has met.

Early Years
Roman grew up in a small Viking village in the lands of Bardonia. He and the people of Centerville all shared the great ambition of all those who had, and would come to settle on a nation's land; the dream of becoming an independent nation under the oppression of a potent superpower. However, as they planned to declare independence from Bardonia, a girl named Elzaress leaked their aspirations to the Bardonian government and stole the amassed resources of the passionate people, yet, before they could be punished, their would-be persecutors fell in a Coalition War, and his shattered townland fell into the clutches of Viodoxia. The townsfolk that he had known for all his life fled, leaving a shallow husk of a once thriving community in their stead.

With no other option, Roman set off on an adventure to travel to the Southern regions of the map in the hopes of finding a warm place he could call home, and a people he could proudly belong to. During this journey, he came across a great sword that he soon named "God's Authority". With it, he was able to successfully scare off petty thieves and repel cowardly highwaymen, keeping him safe and able to purchase food and drink from the taverns in which he occasionally slept. Eventually arriving in the Southern reach of Viodoxa, he met with the Eternal Archon Hazel McSpiegal as well as the Regent Archon Blanc McSpiegal, from whom he learnt the values of duty and honour that they so symbolised, and, whilst granted shelter in Valentum, he began construction on the foundations of what would later become the glistening city of Ulwarth under his keen eye. As time flew and as his good friend Loic dem Spheniscidae incited the First Viodoxian Civil War, his city would continue to stand tall and proud. Roman remained neutral, torn between his loyalty to his newfound home and his loyalty to his friend, yet, as the True Viodoxian Archonate rebels fell, he was accused of treason due to his attachment to the rebel leader, and was banished from Viodoxian lands. The Archon's troops razed Ulwarth to the ground; his newly built home had been demolished by the people who had fed him, sheltered him, and had gained his trust, only to betray it once again. Memories of Elzaress' betrayal sprang forth in his mind, and from then on he swore to become a better, stronger man. His soul was crushed. In the months to follow, the Viodoxians saw him only once; it was the day of his departure where he stood just West of the Capitol, divided from those he had thought to be his people by the walls that kept out the Archon's enemies. He was an enemy of the state, and what he had once perceived as a symbol of safety and home, he now felt like an outsider to his own people.

The Magisterium
As he downed a beer in the Grizzly Bear Bar, Roman was approached by two members of what was then the Magisterium. They captured his wounded soul, and its intrigue, and within minutes they had convinced him to join their nation. Joining the capitol city of Dawnstar, Roman became an official citizen of the Magisterium, alongside the unlikely patrons that had met him wallowing in a bar. Roman thrived in the nation with his new friends: the infamous Bandit NorskHone, as well as the friendly citizens pitastesgood, natboy88, _MrSe7en and Alex/OverheatedPC. His fractured emotional capacity made it easy for him to warm up to them, and endear them to him, for all humans love to fix broken things. Within the thriving community, his personal wealth grew through his hard work and the support of his friends. But all manmade things seem to be temporary; Roman had known that all too well. He had hoped fervently that this time would be different. But hope is a fool's dream. After a short period of time spent living a peaceful life, Roman was attacked by a member of his town. Escaping the aggressor, he attempted to get justice for the crime committed. Unfortunately, when he attempted to speak to the Magisters, they delivered to him a great injustice instead, and exiled him from the city. Thus began his career of scavenging.

Treasure Hunting
While he was out on one of his many expeditions, Roman came across an abandoned town in the Tortuga Isles. After disabling all the traps that the old owner had left before they left, Roman entered a seemingly unremarkable building, yet to his surprise, this building was filled with more riches than he could ever dream of possessing, in a life full of betrayal. Netherite and diamonds were sprawled across the plain wooden floor. His middle-class days were over. He was rich! With his newfound wealth, he became known to the Pirate Emperor SexyCanadian, who after hearing of his tragic story, granted him a small vacation home and shared a cask of rum with him.

Varandoy
While Roman was spending his times in the Isles, he was met with yet another nation proposal, and this time, he was determined to join him. Not just to build a home -- those had came and gone like the ocean wind --, but to build something permanent. To build a masterpiece as a testament to his conquering of his internal instability; fraught as he had been over the betrayals of his shadowed past, he had overlooked how much he took for granted the pleasures of life, the shortness of life, and how he should live it to its fullest.

Crossing the seas, the traveller and him stopped at a city called Meteora in the nation of Varandoy. The place looked like that it had been through a lot. There were large, bulky walls and a defeated fort at the climax of the mountain. The nation had only recently undergone a war for independence, and were expecting more attacks. The mysterious traveller needed help. Roman accepted his request. It was his first ever dream; he'd be damned if he let someone so close to touching it fail!