#Legion Vexillarius

[atomicgambit]

Here’s a full look at the sketch of the WIP I posted earlier! Ignore my messy hand writing haha It was 3am when I drew this. Trying to think of some name ideas for this man.

[crapula-estatutario-nobinario]

Faith lost, broken lad

Not even sure how to make pixel art look good on tumblr

Edit: this is not Vulpes lmaoo, this is my oc Cicero

[averagepsychouser]

Frumentarii do not all dress with the dog head I’m sorry y’all

[the-laridian]

I forgot to post these before! The last three of the Caesar's Legion miniatures. A legionary, a centurion, and a vexillarius (standardbearer version).

[carpe-diem-company]

Hello there! Welcome to my OC roleplay blog!

This is a big wip, rules of my main account @crapula-estatutario-nobinario apply interaction wise. I prefer to interact with people who are +18.

✂️ Muses and info below the cut ✂️

My muses who are up to interactions are the following! Click over the names to see their drawn references!

Cicero (Legion aligned, Vexillarius)

ENFP||Early 30s||He-Him||Bisexual.

Cicero can be defined as a stubborn man. As the lad was taken by the Legion when he was a mere child, he has grown to question the mighty Caesar's methods. While he may not be very charismatic, his knowledge of his environment has helped him more than once.

Being naturally curious, he loves animals, plants and prefers staying away from the battlefield. However, one to one fights are a very different kind of deal for him.

He knows how to imitate a dog perfectly and loves getting lost on his way to his missions.

Nemo (Legion aligned, Mercenary)

ISTJ|| Early 50s || he-him || Unknown

Nemo used to belong to the matriarchal coven of the Mother Requiem. While their arrangements with the legion are quite shady, he works hunting NCR soldiers for the mighty Caesar.

Hound master, skilled with the axe, Nemo can also be defined as a quiet man. He keeps things to himself and prefers to trust very few people.

Rowan Church (NCR aligned, Ranger)

ESFJ || Unknown || She/her || No

Old ass ghoul who used to work for Vault Tech before the bombs fell. Rowan can be defined as a very cynical woman who will work for the one who pays the better.

Gonna be setting this up the next days. Character asks will be drawn.

[ronin-deactivated19851026]

during the first time i ever played new vegas, i met vulpes, thought he looks super cool despite shocking me by being comically evil (the whole legion is, tbh i'm still kinda disappointed that it's made to be such an obvious bad choice)

he left, i went on to roaming around, stumbled across a pack a group of legionaries who had a vexillarius, killed them all and dressed as the latter cuz. just cuz

i didn't notice (or didn't pay any attention lmao) the notification about being dressed as a member of the legion and i was genuinely surprised that i got attacked by the ncr and i couldn't figure out what is going on for a little while, until the notification popped up again

not gonna lie, i don't really like the whole faction disguise system because it works really weird... during that same playthrough i ended up siding with ncr and i started wearing their armor because i thought that would make sense in my case. and then i massively fucked up by going to the mormon fort where jerry the punk already went to. again, i couldn't figure out why he was so aggressive at first

i mean, i get why it works the way it works, but idk. it's just a video game, let me do random stupid shit that isn't coded in the files but exists as a part of my personal lore

on a semi-related note, i like the idea of my self-insert courier wearing legion armor once in a while because i can easily imagine them finding a "degenerate" daring to touch their symbols pretty insulting lmao.

on a yet another note. i was impressed by ability to basically talk the master out of his ideas by providing evidence, and every once in a while i like to imagine that the courier, being my self-insert, would essentially suffocate caesar by infodumping him about ancient rome and telling him how dumb things he does are even by those standards skjxjksxkjskxjs ALSO in my head i can buy out freedom for those female slaves, including melody, because slaves in ancient rome could actually do this. and caesar can't say fuckin no to me. if you wanna play coliseum that bad, play by the rules, old man

[mr-double-downer]

Last time I was helping out NCR and the legion actually straight up sent assassins after me and I killed them. I also killed Silus, so now I had centurion armor and the Vexillarius helmet. Unfortunately, I couldn’t resist the urge to turn on Archimedes and I slaughtered everybody at Camp Forlorn Hope after that legion guy dared me to, so I just became Caesar’s top guy after that

I haven’t sided with Mr House just because I don’t like transhumanism, though I might do a run through that way. Yes Man is more a last resort thing if you ruin your reputation with all factions.

you are beholden to your own bloodlust and are little more than a mere rabid attack dog on a long leash

also yes man is the objectively best choice

[gal-vanized]

ok, here are the ncr n' legion armor bonuses.

NCR armors.

trooper fatigues should get nothing. i guess

trooper armor and its variants should get +5 Guns/Explosives

military police armor should get -1 CHR and +5 Melee

salvaged power armor should get +10 Guns and Explosives

ncr berets could give +5 Speech and +1 CHR

1st recon berets can stay the same but get +5 Guns as well

ranger clothing should get +5 Survival, Guns, and Unarmed

ranger patrol armor should get +10 Survival and Unarmed

ranger combat armor should get +15 Guns and +1 CHR

and legion armors.

recruit armor gets nothing, prime armor gets +5 Melee/Survival, and veteran armor gets +10 Melee/Survival

recruit decanus helm get nothing, prime decanus helm gets +1 CHR, veteran decanus helm gets +2 CHR (or maybe +1/3/5% crit chance?)

explorer armor gets +5 Survival and Sneak

vexillarius armor gets +10 Melee and +2 CHR

centurion armor gets +15 Melee and +1 CHR

praetorian armor gets +15 Unarmed and +10 Unarmed Damage

[ezekiel13]

I told you one of the people you have pretending to be you!!

I mean it was presumably just a Legion Vexillarius (however you spell that I don’t speak Latin) claiming to be you so they sounded scarier. Since you like have a reputation and all.

Oliver Swanick never survives my fnv playthroughs I’m sorry guys.

Me and my sister are both dead set on murdering him every time we go to Nipton. Idk why tbh. That man just has to die for some reason.

[varmintrifle]

deep down trauma hounds

don’t tag as vulpes inculta or i’ll slash your tires

[blog-of-tahuti]

Mercury parody of the Fallout: New Vegas NCR poster featuring the Legion vexillarius.

[atomicgambit]

Little update on my Legion Vexillarius oc WIP

Also finally gotta name for him now ! Aelius !!

[crapula-estatutario-nobinario]

How a true vexillarius holds their banner

[averagepsychouser]

Talk about zephyr pretty please she sounds super duper uber cool

Holy shit…. Oh my goodness….

Zephyr is my original courier (named after a Red Hot Chili Peppers song) who I have dedicated 22175 words worth of time to (and soon more). The fic is about a third done.

Minor warning for mentions of violence, s/a, and slavery. nothing graphic though. You have been warned.

Her basic story goes like this.

After helping Caesar’s Legion to take over New Vegas (the reasons for which consists mostly of greed) she decides to mope around the Lucky 38 most of the day. After a couple of months a small group of legionaries are like “you’re married now.”

Lets back up a little. Vulpes Inculta had begun a relationship with an NCR colonel to get access to important information for the war against the NCR. They had children closer to the second battle, and once Hoover Dam had been won he was like “surprise, I’m actually a Frumentarius and our relationship has been a lie.” Gets promoted, shipped off the kids, “married” her (now that he is promoted he is in control of the majority of the Strip, and so has the option to marry) and continues to live like that for a little while. About a month before he purchases the rights to marrying Zephyr, his wife tries to poison him by putting cleaning supplies in his food. He has her tongue cut off and sends her away.

Back to Zephyr, she finds out she has been married to Vulpes Inculta. She doesn’t particularly like him, but he might be more forthcoming with information on what happened to her friends now (spoiler alert, most of them are dead). The marriage is a relatively peaceful one, as far as relationships in the Legion can go (no s/a, I’m a firm believer that Vulpes has no “need” to assault someone because he is a spy and infiltrator and can engage in profligate activities whenever. There is a small amount of domestic abuse but Vulpes is cautious of Zephyr and never bruises her) the marriage is mostly just a bid for even more power on Vulpes’s part. At some point Zephyr learns about Vulpes’s past wife, but that’s more important in the story than in this explanation. She also receives a Fixer perscription due to her smoking addiction, and Inculta absolutely abhors smoking.

Everything comes to a head when one night Zephyr cooks Vulpes dinner. Although it was extremely unusual for Zephyr to cook (Vulpes only cooked food for himself after the poisoning attempt) Vulpes decides “hey, wow, look at that, she’s finally becoming a good wife.” He does not know it, but she has spiked the wine. He drinks a glass and it is enough to affect him. She leads him to the bed where she sits on his stomach and eats him alive.

After spending a couple of nights in the apartment with Inculta’s corpse in the bathtub she decides to escape on a night with no moon out, disguising herself as a vexillarius (asshole’s coyote hat) she makes her way out to the wasteland. Here’s where things get a bit tricky.

She knows that Boone is defending Jacobstown and slaughtering legionaries that get too close, so she heads there, is discovered, and I cannot figure out what happens next. Her and Boone definitely have a conversation since they used to be friends, and I’m leaning towards Zephyr trying to get him to kill her and him saying the equivalent of “you made your bed, lay in it.” So that’s all I have so far.

There’s also a few things I didn’t mention, like Arcade’s death and glasses, Veronica’s death, Raul and Cass’s disappearance, how Boone managed to keep living, the Arizona wives, the tiny statue of Juno Vulpes slipped to Zephyr unbeknownst to her, Vulpes being promoted because he’s actually going to be replaced soon, et cetera. But that’s pretty much Zephyr’s active story! She also has a very lengthy backstory.

[rocket-69]

It's interesting (though not unpredictable) that Vulpes' legion uniform with the vexillarius helmet is mostly what identifies him. Jokes are made about him being a furry, people change the coyote pelt to a fox's; if a legionnaire is drawn with the dog hat, it's assumed to be him.

It makes it unfortunate if say, a person were designing a legionnaire whose primary role is to handle a hunting mongrel. Using the vexillarius hat will immediately identify the individual mistakenly as Vulpes, even if the character's facial features don't match. At that point they've just drawn a wonky Vulpes Inculta.

[nightingaelic]

New Vegas companions react to the Courier being approched by Vulpes Inculta on the Strip and receiving the Mark of Caesar.

The sun beat down over New Vegas and the gamblers milling around the Strip, and it temporarily blinded the courier and their companion as they stepped outside of the Tops. The glare of the Mojave afternoon obscured the man who approached them from where he had been waiting, and they were still blinking away spots when he took hold of their arm and pressed something into their hand. "The eyes of the mighty Caesar are upon you. He admires your accomplishments, and bestows upon you the exceptional gift of his Mark."

The courier squinted, first at him, then at the Legion Denarius with a hole punched in it and threaded into a necklace. "Come again?"

The man in the brown suit and fedora smiled. It was an innocent expression, but it had an unnerving edge to it that cut through the sunlight. "Any crimes you may have perpetrated against the Legion are hereby forgiven. Caesar will not extend this mercy a second time."

The courier clutched the coin hard, eyes widening. "Nipton. That voice... it's you."

Arcade Gannon: Arcade's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. "So Mr. House doesn't care that one of Caesar's most notorious Legion spies is walking around on the Strip," he said testily. "Either that or his Securitrons' AI is too primitive to recognize the threat. Neither answer is particularly comforting."

"I'm honored that you've heard of me," Vulpes Inculta replied, inclining his head as though accepting a compliment. "Though it does make me question my own effectiveness as an agent."

"If you're looking for career advice, then I'd suggest you retire," Arcade shot back. "Immediately. And leave the Mojave forever."

He glanced at the courier. "Are we giving this murderer the time of day, or should I meet you back at the fort?"

Craig Boone: Boone took the mysterious man in, looking him up and down from behind his sunglasses. The Legion agent's wicked smile widened, as if he was daring the NCR sniper to make a scene.

Well, Boone didn't back down from a challenge. He had his rifle up in a beat and the Mojave air cracked. The stranger's smile froze on his face, and he fell backward with a brand-new hole in his chest.

Screams erupted among the passersby, and men and women in uniforms, lingerie and their Sunday best ran every which way in the street. The courier, however, stayed put and stared at Boone as the Strip cleared around them.

Boone shrugged. "He got what was coming to him."

Lily Bowen: "A spy," Lily agreed immediately.

Vulpes Inculta looked taken aback. "Come again, mutant?"

The courier stepped in front of the nightkin defensively. "Her name is Lily. And she knows a spy when she sees one."

Lily nodded. "I got very good at spotting them for the Master. I was a spy, too."

Vulpes wrinkled up his nose in disgust. "Indeed. My Lord requires your presence at his camp, at Fortification Hill. His Mark will guarantee your safe-conduct through our lands."

"An invitation!" Lily said excitedly. "But from a spy. Be careful, pumpkin."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul's eyebrows shot up. "El zorro. Where's your coyote head?"

"As the greatest of Caesar's Frumentarii, I am skilled in the art of avoiding notice," Vulpes Inculta answered, in a patient tone that was an inch away from becoming a sneer. "Bearing the uniform of a Vexillarius would attract unwanted attention to my mission today."

"On the Strip?" Raul glanced over at a group of Gomorrah strippers who were passing by, decked out in leather, feathered boots, and a few masks that looked like they had been unearthed in a pre-war Mardi Gras supplies store. "Neta?"

Vulpes gave him a withering look. "Verdad."

The courier elbowed Raul.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass spit out the toothpick she'd been chewing on. "First Vegas, now NCR and Legion? You're being courted more than a Redding widow, Six."

"This is the guy," the courier answered nervously, slapping her arm repeatedly. "The one I told Ghost about. He burned Nipton down and was being super nonchalant about it."

"Oh, shit." Cass fumbled for the shotgun on her back. "You here to kill us?"

"We'll take a lot of you with us!" The courier added indignantly.

"The mighty Caesar has bestowed upon you his Mark and guaranteed safe-conduct," Vulpes replied, offended. "If he wanted you dead, you would be dead already."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica eyed the man suspiciously for a beat before piping up. "Nope, still thinking about the rape, slavery and general marauding. I guess an outfit change doesn't really help the whole Legion image after all."

Vulpes Inculta ignored her. "My Lord requires your presence at his camp, at Fortification Hill. His Mark will guarantee your safe-conduct through our lands."

"Oh, right." Veronica snapped her fingers. "She's a woman, why bother listening? I get enough of this from my family, I really don't need it from sexually-repressed jerkwads, too."

That got the Frumentarius' attention. "Hold your tongue, Scribe."

Veronica stuck the offending appendage out at him. "Make me."

ED-E: The eyebot at the courier's side beeped a warning and bobbed anxiously against their shoulder. The courier looked up at it and nodded. "I know. Don't worry, I can handle him."

Rex: Rex growled and sniffed the man's legs over. To the courier's surprise, he came away without barking, but the growl persisted.

"He doesn't like your hat," the courier explained.

Vulpes Inculta bared his head. "My apologies."