Flavius hails from the small village of Ulubrae, some 30 miles from Rome, past the Three Taverns on the Appian Way, on the outskirts of the Pontine Marshes. As a young boy, Flavius was regaled with stories by his adoptive uncle of the improbable monsters that once stalked the local marshlands and bordering mountains. These tales of adventure were like a siren song to the impressionable lad, who grew up wishing to see gorgons, basilisks and harpies with his own eyes. Such creatures had been exterminated from the settled lands of Italy, so Flavius decided he would join the Roman army and travel the world to find them.
Flavius became a scout, figuring that as part of the reconnaissance he would have the freedom and opportunity to track down rumors of fabled creatures in a locale before they were all slaughtered by the legions. His natural curiosity also lured him to the Mithraic cult during this time, where he was eventually accepted into the ranks of the oathsworn.
Flavius is an adequate soldier but is uniquely unsuited to the role of leadership. He tends to confront things head on, favoring the most straightforward solution to most problems, making him somewhat predictable. Nothing weighs more heavily on him of this personal shortcoming more than his role in the Battle of Sabis. In the disastrous engagement, fought between Caesar’s legions and the Nervian Confederacy of Gaul, scouts led by Flavius failed to detect a waiting ambush of the Belgae tribes in the nearby forest. Their unexpected charge overwhelmed both legions escorting the Roman baggage train and sent the other six legions of the main army, who at the time were building and fortifying their position, into chaos as men scrambled around camp trying to get their armor on.
The memory of Sabis haunts Flavius and fuels his desire to take revenge on every Gaul who refuses to submit to Rome. His personal honor is tied to this grim reminder of his failure, and he will only find peace when the ghosts of his past are finally put to rest.